I shot a man dead.
.. and so I rested.
I climbed up to embrace the smell of white chocolate ..
of old car seats leather used .. .. and mellow tones of voices.
Colorao loosing my concern faces impediments to love ... .. .. brakes diseases let live.
not expecting anyone. The cabinets were empty
my shelter .. steps back my salvation .. and .. you could not.
You could not look up.
was an ember thrown in his face .. a stick and hands to cover ..
was a flash that tighten strings.
.. You could not.
You could not go to sleep .. or go out alone in the bathroom ..
could not get .. you could not hear.
You gave food to the steel inside. Tremor want to stop.
It gave our age .. that free and sunniest ever heavier loads atrocious.
is protected by a natural instinct. They got
walls .. you read different parts.
And if it happened that ... well ... we had good cuts stirred impure madness .. ..
moments when nothing appeared after the present.
But I'll leave you .. I have already left. Go kill yourself .. ..
tear you from suffering more acute.
not want it anymore.
I no longer need.
I now have resumed their hands ..
I recovered my legs ..
I recovered the voice ..
and I can say ... .. we want to dream ....
You're dead.
faded leather inside the car.
Inside the oblivion of monsters in the dark.
Inside God's forgiveness
Where I meet.
Never Again '.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Naval Anti Flash Protection
love alive. Artist
I love you as if you ate the bread
salt spray
as if getting up at night burning with fever
drank the water with his lips on the cock
I love how I look at the heavy sack of mail
not know what it contains and who joyfully
full of suspected shaken
love you as if flying over the sea for the first time by plane
love you like anything that moves me when dusk descends on Istanbul
gradually
love you like What if I say Thank God I'm alive.
Nazim Hikmet
I love you as if you ate the bread
salt spray
as if getting up at night burning with fever
drank the water with his lips on the cock
I love how I look at the heavy sack of mail
not know what it contains and who joyfully
full of suspected shaken
love you as if flying over the sea for the first time by plane
love you like anything that moves me when dusk descends on Istanbul
gradually
love you like What if I say Thank God I'm alive.
Nazim Hikmet
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Rhinestone Ski Headbands
me
I have the color and the art of color ..
I own the word and the art of knowing how to put where I want to ..
I have the mind and the art of thinking everywhere ..
I have the love and the art of loving.
I have the love of those who love you and do not pretend ..
to know myself and put the alarm clock to wake up five minutes later to get more sleep ..
mad desire to be in anyone's life I love ..
the desire to feed those who are attracted to and removed
hunger I have to figure out what I like I could sleep
the clothes because I can not undress
the surprise of surprise to see me better
him and his taste in my memories.
I have to be able to extricate the days ..
the time to let her only ..
possess the certainty of being able to love again
dressing in a lethargy that does not ask me.
know .. I have the will and the qualinquismo
knowing how to run away with her heels and reciting ..
own voice when I want to change ..
the sun in your pocket to be exchanged and fragment ..
a chair of fireflies to see me ..
I have a sense of my every gesture and release him .. without judges or priests
unnecessary to explain the pride I have as I am ..
and the courage to risk not to know that pride marches
I gave it anyway
canvases and then not throwing in the wind.
I have the color and the art of color ..
I own the word and the art of knowing how to put where I want to ..
I have the mind and the art of thinking everywhere ..
I have the love and the art of loving.
I have the love of those who love you and do not pretend ..
to know myself and put the alarm clock to wake up five minutes later to get more sleep ..
mad desire to be in anyone's life I love ..
the desire to feed those who are attracted to and removed
hunger I have to figure out what I like I could sleep
the clothes because I can not undress
the surprise of surprise to see me better
him and his taste in my memories.
I have to be able to extricate the days ..
the time to let her only ..
possess the certainty of being able to love again
dressing in a lethargy that does not ask me.
know .. I have the will and the qualinquismo
knowing how to run away with her heels and reciting ..
own voice when I want to change ..
the sun in your pocket to be exchanged and fragment ..
a chair of fireflies to see me ..
I have a sense of my every gesture and release him .. without judges or priests
unnecessary to explain the pride I have as I am ..
and the courage to risk not to know that pride marches
I gave it anyway
canvases and then not throwing in the wind.
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