So far life flickers foul in the shallows of renunciation, the wisp of flame becomes intimate anger, the man eats his food eradicated in dreams denied, and spits out without ceases bitter years. We see the end of the spit of the irremediable fate?
Friday, January 29, 2010
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wisp
So far life flickers foul in the shallows of renunciation, the wisp of flame becomes intimate anger, the man eats his food eradicated in dreams denied, and spits out without ceases bitter years. We see the end of the spit of the irremediable fate?
So far life flickers foul in the shallows of renunciation, the wisp of flame becomes intimate anger, the man eats his food eradicated in dreams denied, and spits out without ceases bitter years. We see the end of the spit of the irremediable fate?
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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Winter
Bury the rotten roots that gangrene sap your girlfriends
hunting leeches at night they heard the boy cry
winter on the track the ghost of a dream
sun from its ashes will flood a man who laughs 
Bury the rotten roots that gangrene sap your girlfriends
hunting leeches at night they heard the boy cry
winter on the track the ghost of a dream
sun from its ashes will flood a man who laughs
Thursday, January 14, 2010
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Courris
He ran, he would run very fast, mad dog wandering in the city, knocking people like bowling, eyes almost rolled back, an afternoon of winter cold. More time to wait, he must flee away and all his strength, he had to leave the city where he suffered too. Catch a bus for a possible addition, a way to regain a one-way ticket and no desire to return. Turn a page and probably several, perhaps even close the book of life, even forget what it was before: a mediocre amateur of silence. 
He ran, he would run very fast, mad dog wandering in the city, knocking people like bowling, eyes almost rolled back, an afternoon of winter cold. More time to wait, he must flee away and all his strength, he had to leave the city where he suffered too. Catch a bus for a possible addition, a way to regain a one-way ticket and no desire to return. Turn a page and probably several, perhaps even close the book of life, even forget what it was before: a mediocre amateur of silence.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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In mild morning calm me
Wedged in sheets of a long hot night, the morning we aspired by the smell of black coffee that comes dredge our nostrils, and say he should get out of its torpor, just to finally open their eyes to the day s announcement as a rebirth, with the procession of envy and energy generated by the light that pierces the room. We would like each day is a morning and the day that never pushes the hope of the dawn, never doubt that n'assaille vitality of the sleeper awake. 
Wedged in sheets of a long hot night, the morning we aspired by the smell of black coffee that comes dredge our nostrils, and say he should get out of its torpor, just to finally open their eyes to the day s announcement as a rebirth, with the procession of envy and energy generated by the light that pierces the room. We would like each day is a morning and the day that never pushes the hope of the dawn, never doubt that n'assaille vitality of the sleeper awake.
Friday, January 1, 2010
History Of Pope Gosser China
Along
I sailed on the calm dreams, sitting at the bow of a junk, scrutinizing the misty rocks of dawn, as the paradise of a god unknown was where my pain finally die. Lost in the maze of uninhabited islets, I sought refuge, but no house in this place, just the teeth in the fog. Nothing and no way ahead, a sweet variety of quiet, silent fishermen, and the sound of water only answered the grin of my life, this bay Halong bay where my I rest at night. 
I sailed on the calm dreams, sitting at the bow of a junk, scrutinizing the misty rocks of dawn, as the paradise of a god unknown was where my pain finally die. Lost in the maze of uninhabited islets, I sought refuge, but no house in this place, just the teeth in the fog. Nothing and no way ahead, a sweet variety of quiet, silent fishermen, and the sound of water only answered the grin of my life, this bay Halong bay where my I rest at night.
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