Love in the shadows from the pain
love
I'm calling from the well of memory suffocating
nothing to serve me and you wait. I'm calling
love
the destination and the dream of peace
I'm calling to voice the body
with
life with everything I have and that I have
desperately
with weeping with thirst
air like you're drowning and I like you're light
and I died. From a blind night
from oblivion
from hours in closed
just no tears and no love I'm calling
like death
love and death. +++++++++++++++++++++
Letter II
You are far and south
there are four.
Lying in your chair leaning on the coffee table in your room
pulled
on a bed
yours or someone you wish to delete
I am thinking of you not on those seeking
with you what I want.
I'm thinking an hour ago you and maybe half
not know.
When the light is over
know who are the nine
stretch out the quilt I will
black suit and pass me the comb. I'll go to dinner
is clear.
But at some point I will return to this room
'll throw me in bed and then you remember
do I say my desire to see you looking at me
your presence of man I need in life
be made as far you get in the afternoon
night is already being
single
only thing I care in the world.
+++++++++++++++++++++ When nights and mine ...
When my nights and ignored and intact
without friction. When
aromas without
mixtures inviolate. When I
cool star and not a bunch of flower colors.
And when my life
my hard life in solitude
a slow drop down
always willing and always sustained
charging, filling
herself, trembling, rushing
brightness and back into the river . No longer trembling
no light falling dimly.
+++++++++++++++++++++
Oblivion
When a soft mouth kiss mouth
sleeping as dying then
sometimes when overshoot
lips and eyelids full of desire
fall as silently as consent to the air, your skin
night calls
furry warmth and mouth kissed in his ineffable joy
night calls, too.
Ah, silent nights of dark moons soft
night long, rich, cross-doves,
in a hand-made air, love, tenderness given
nights like ships ...
Then, in the high passion, when you kiss
know ah, too, unabated, and is now the world will
becomes a distant miracle, you opened
lips still deep summers,
abdicated his conscience,
that he is finally forgotten the kiss passionately
and a wind bare it temples,
is then, the kiss, descending eyelids
and shudders the air with a hint of life, and shudders
yet it is not air, the beam burning hair, velvet
now voice, and sometimes the illusion
populated and deaths in abeyance.
My tiredness
my anguish
my fear my joy my humility
my nights all my nostalgia
year 1930
my common sense
my rebellion. My disdain
my cruelty and neglect my dismay my
my agony my tears my heritage
irrevocable and painful in the end my suffering
my poor life.
+++++++++++++++++++++
Afternoon
Bodies lying,
infinite bodies, concrete, oblivious to the cold that will
flooding, filling slowly. Bodies
golden arms, knotted warmth
forgetting the shadow now shaken, detainee
expectantly, ready to emerge that shields the skin
blind. Forgotten
white bones also claiming that not every life is a dream,
more faithful to the way the skin, the blood
, mercurial, momentary. Bodies lying
,
bodies subjected happy specific infinite
...
emerge happy children, moist and fragrant, young
victorious, standing, as his instinct,
women in the highest point of tenderness,
is likely, stand, talk, talk
your mouth, that one day broken up,
are incorporated, they look with timeless looks.
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