That Dark Night Ophelia
Gateway Arts the to Rimbaud, hands frozen to keep these pages barely, mist envelops the Seine as the veil of a bride, I can still see his silhouette, high heels, long legs, advancing slowly toward the other shore. A shadow on the words and I got up under his white borsalino her bright eyes, I no longer cold, I'll finally see and feel in your neck, the scent is missing from my present. Envelope that past, take me to the other side sublime bride flirting going on platforms.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
White Film With Herpes
NIGHT BLACK
drops dripping on my shoes ... drops dripping on the pavement sparkling lightships scrutinize my face, in the distance I hear the sirens screaming and red trucks. I see nothing, I weave, I cry, they pale bridges, wharves
these hills, the arms of my beloved, I'll drown my body warm in the swirling of slime river. Rocking with the bodies twirling drunks and suicides, swing my bloody carcass into the den of catfish, ultimate ride, a cold bed waiting for me with the sheets of foam. I breathe this dark night, the sweetness in her silence and fear, rage and boredom, you rodes cursed night, your train of street lights on my mouth convicted. I confess I gave up the fight. Yet, with all my strength, with all my heart, I fought against fate, invisible sign on his forehead. Tonight I can not hear the echo of my heart. Death and consumed. I'll lie down on the waves and watch the starry night, thousands of candles around my white shroud, screams in the distance, deep songs of gypsies, the great flame, spark of life, this child's smile .. ...... oh hold me hard my child, take care of this man, leave it this dark night, waiting for the day with him. One cons another, the first light, arms entwined, never loose again.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Best Most Reliable Laptop
Tales of the disappearance of photographic
The links that pointed to the photographs are now obsolete. These stories, I pledge that we shall find them published soon.
Anoche Hubo una tormenta disappeared, leaving only the title, ghostly.
Where is its author?
The links that pointed to the photographs are now obsolete. These stories, I pledge that we shall find them published soon.
Anoche Hubo una tormenta disappeared, leaving only the title, ghostly.
Where is its author?
Friday, March 5, 2010
Exercises For Chubby Knees
I remember
I see the child hanging from I see the branch
smile ready to charm his world
I remember the head-up comedian this insolence
I see funny monkey business will blocker
I see a woman without anger dark voice
I always remember to wear a wound
memory I see the tears seven months awaiting the breast
I remember I think I repair the fire truck
I saw red and proud he rolls in the sand
I see I'm smiling back girl on the way I
scale
two children living
smile ready to charm his world
I remember the head-up comedian this insolence
I see funny monkey business will blocker
I see a woman without anger dark voice
I always remember to wear a wound
memory I see the tears seven months awaiting the breast
I remember I think I repair the fire truck
I saw red and proud he rolls in the sand
I see I'm smiling back girl on the way I
scale
two children living
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