I am on a ship having lost her shipmaster All alone, in the middle of an ocean Loneliness is the water I take every morning And sorrow I eat every evening I am a crawling child There are many things I don’t know in my life I swim in the forest of secrets My
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Silent and orphan, by the bank of the river I found out dolefully that I can’t catch The plane flying over me by elongation I gathered in a yellow Autumn day That I am a lonesome child And since that day on I was left alone I carried sorrow on my face And everything
She would flush and go hot all over Her heart would be throbbing as my name mentioned Her eyes would be looking like a shy antelope Her eyes ringed with kohl, her eyes ringed with kohl The excitement of the first touch still runs in my head I gathered it now that I made
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This hastiness hitting the earth coming from below the iceberg As the limitless gust of the Autumn drops the leaves so do my pains from my pockets. The cigarette remnants, pieces of paper, napkins in this scattering brought by the days The incorrigible fickle of the stars and sky. Have a smile like
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A puddle on the stream bed onto which I glide in between the slope where I buried my memories and the wild flowers, declaring there is a spring there. Where antelopes come /down on that stream where the shepherd dogs’ howling echoes. A worn out peace, a peaceful tiredness collected from the days where everything
The white river, a leftover from the insomnia of a water. Unleashing itself in a limpid transparency. O my youth, my desolation. Coming back to where it started: boomerang. Thirty birds taking the road to the Cuff Mountain. Myself becoming thirty birds every night. A leftover from the desperation of a face Annihilation where
When you look up From your enormously heavy heart The realities you see for fun Could they become a rope around your neck? They would not be violin strings, would they In the rebellion as we started saying nothing’s impossible There is the future of the unborn children And the aching hearth of
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The broken twigs inside me as green as grass Dry leaves speed up in a mood of relentless Where they are at the mercy of gently blowing gust Scattered like snow flakes A winter night, a wolf’s night, a jackal’s howling Questioning me because of the bomb fallen on my heart Checking up on me
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I gather I am a world exile once more again No idea to which side of this life I can hang on bending and twisting on the coarse people’s lathe Watching everybody eating each other and me wailfully and sorrowfully, once more again and again… I gather I am incorrigible, once more again A
Miss Allow me To be for a moment A newborn child To sleep on your breasts To breathe in the intervals of your breaths To drink from your lips I take my first steps upon your hands To get lost in your hair To see the whole world From your cheeks Let my first kisses
