Skin that seems softer
Think or don't think
Whisper
Sharp moment of truth, can it pass the ice season?
When tomorrow comes, only lovers to say it never came
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Sweet talk
That hand, heavier
Skin that seems softer
Think or don't think
Whisper
Sharp moment of truth, can it pass the ice season?
When tomorrow comes, only lovers to say it never came
Skin that seems softer
Think or don't think
Whisper
Sharp moment of truth, can it pass the ice season?
When tomorrow comes, only lovers to say it never came
Thursday, April 16, 2009
1 + 1 = 1
Hold!
You are not born a bird, do you want to be bird?
You shrink as you walk away
You grow old
The light comes and you leave
The light goes and you leave
But can you miss yourself?
Who do you free?
The light the bird or yourself?
You are not born a bird, do you want to be bird?
You shrink as you walk away
You grow old
The light comes and you leave
The light goes and you leave
But can you miss yourself?
Who do you free?
The light the bird or yourself?
The dining room
Not a long-legged shrimp
One-eyed doll loving none but herself
Pierced stomach that eats one kebab or more
And still as light as shadow
Moves across the arena
Like two pencils on a paper handkerchief
Let alone the fairy monster
Delicacies that you fry by the head like asians do
And the hens noisy as bells ringing at the crescent moon
Not the smoothest bug or the likeable plague
Would impress me like you only know
All in
It all started with an apple tree, a man and a woman.
The first chapter ended with the belly ruling the world.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Universal
A rush of good bloodGet my chickens, a plate of oysters
One bucket of whiskey
That's a lunch for the noon light
A life for there is a man of my world
Who holds a venitian cross
But rides a bull from Verona
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A rose is a rose is a rose
Out of the many ways to be a rose
I have mine
I am a wall
I am a stone
I am left a memory
Out of the many roses
You finally have yours
Who can see us?
Still but not emptyIf the hill had eyes
The surrounding face would be of a Tom
Its tears sulfurous
Monday, April 13, 2009
Nice to meet you
To introduce themselves, serious people exchange little pieces of hard paper called business cards.
They go from one hand to another and respectful attention should be shown when reading them.
They mean : I am the name on the card, I am what I say I am and there is a connection between whom I am and whom your card says you are.
In oriental cultures, it is customary to bow when given a business card. A perfect 90 degrees angle between the back and the legs implies a profound respect.
They go from one hand to another and respectful attention should be shown when reading them.
They mean : I am the name on the card, I am what I say I am and there is a connection between whom I am and whom your card says you are.
In oriental cultures, it is customary to bow when given a business card. A perfect 90 degrees angle between the back and the legs implies a profound respect.
Green travel
Take the tube
You pay
They cash
You move
You push
You go
there and there and there
and find yourself
no further
than where you started
The power of gravity
The sky is falling
On a flat planet
The sky is breaking
on a mineral planet
The sky is leaking
On a soft planet
Guess who's knocking
That boring afternoon
He rings at the door
Comes for a chat
Has a tea
Homemade cookies
And here he sits in silence
And must be the longest boo
If only there was sound...
This could be Venice
A roar by the streets
This could be paint on walls
Upside down
This could be music
Upside down
This could be a spanish lady
A french opera
A bit of blue
And lot of red
Carmen
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