i’ve come to produce very own offspring and free son of the black sea without yielding to any taboos, i wasn’t beaten by the forces of carthaginian warriors. white log, and the black one i am covered by the lindens in the shade of chestnut trees my back saw the yellow oleanders its
a demoiselle with its filmy transparent wings and blue tail hanging in the air. perhaps a cobra brand chopper equipped with machine guns rippling. that of very young and tender daffodils by the tranquil waters. that of giddy and dreamy butterflies of early summer… maybe one of those butterflies ornating the drawing book of a
desert sun climbing up…. bread merciless, water cross. patience of savagery lies in ambush. to whom i should turn to tell wings of angels do not endow shadows. merged carcasses, oil traders, aid delegations… my bones went to pieces as being urged a few more steps, in the wind scatters the stink of my
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lend an ear from there, from my belly like a record, the needle of your hand put it on my navel i am squeaky out of catching each other’s eye my voice flew to pieces while turning red in my codes burning hear me, let it be affected in your heart the big
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the following day, of a room emptiness i fathomed the following day grew the chill the day after the following day in the chair i dwindled i became a lake more and more was it an arrow or a shield demanded by the distance between you and me at home this
A casual silence between us our blood frosty tardy boil our waters our kite set up wrongly Solutions suspended ambiguities lost their reasoning Drowsiness walked out to eternity Tongues slit brains of far away places taken off Days passed by waiting for the definite truth Towards a future of confused Through pell mell desolation through
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should a gardener now open the door and walk in one girl for a wonder won’t look like her mum missing all ceremonies, besides stretching she will look after turgut turgut will roam the streets with inner comfort in him his dark kashmir suit his coat floating from his narrow shoulder his figure, above all
Had the rain exaggerated a bit something your old you in me asks for you nonstop something shatters… a leaf takes me away as falling in your shadow, at the eave scattered roses horses running backwards… Had the rain exaggerated a bit something complaining about the past to the mothers lips of the girls got
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The ones who flee their void go to another one to get drowned have some midmornings bleed the ones who venture roads and roses, mistaken go down to the waters to lean go down indeed… yet getting drowned what is being looked for at the home of an armless man The ones who flee their
I’ve seen many rueful men i said nothing to them flowing as if two violins tete a tete we scratched our shoulders… only one of them: are you in an extreme hurry! says i’ve seen many rueful men only he saw me i loved two women while leaving i was dressing black for one
