but only suspended, and is pure suspicion and who knows if they really looked
"The Kiss" on the wall
stifled the attempts of a death while I
widened his eyes to roof ...
is crazy with all the colors of your sight
that the Virgin appeared
feeds impudent
not only that you had never heard him sing
and I did not want to lose the sense of collapse with all the clamor that
this is my stand is that
half of a hollow sphere about to slip
but Alexander Platz
is a spiral that rises on the foundations of the metropolitan
not hear voices other than a violin _
crazy and dig burrows in the daily bread on your breath
stunned, amazed at my do ... if
indecent answered with small hands
that your death innocent?
- let me love my gin and tonic
kisses on her breasts
while holding open the door.
we can never deny that
back where open and tactile
opens the place of forgiveness to the broken things?
to simply place a few days? the color of the water
yours
between the black spots of dark corners and gardens and spells
-
forever now that the short time of the things I see and I
wrenching
between the years because I also rests on? and condemn me ...?
but at that moment was at the heart of all things ... and so will
clutching his arms to all life
and whispering between fragrant pillows
and face ...
the evening.
January 2010
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