Thursday, November 8, 2007

Mother Knee Hairbrush

Poème


No title
A
les maudits Amoureux-ette
When will bow down upon you the yellow? When

stain your skin and your beauty wrecked and cry your voice? Drowned
, gray, nauseating
Ú
support of that unique eco
Dans les abysses of ma tête


Amoureux-elle
I lose touts les jours plus
I love you, as my sadness, mais, elle est moins
C'est ta voix
That cloying perfume joins the heart
Noir, comme sont
Oh TES prunelle of that sweet food of hummingbirds and their ephemeral dance
Where is poured and poured the chocolate Bitter as your soul


Amoureux-fille
I saw my reflection And the hours wear

I saw your profile
against the black of my love I've lived well
your light
In the shadows of my home
But never have I seen so cruel
reason to wander
Amoureux-être

That nothing in your waiting
Or rather drifting floats your boat Castaway

It expects nothing of you True

reciprocity hypocritical for you This is nothing aquíque
Y His love is trivial

aestético and Amoureux-femme

"
I will be blind in my party?
"
is that I have to lose?
I know the tragedies of the vagueness of my being
And lose myself in myself has not yet been

faith-est Amoureux
You and all Your
vanguarida escort pleasure and I and my poor
vocations
You, my word and my sweet crazy

Amoureux-soir comme
As the verses we have already tasted damn
As the cold and purple soft your skin broken
white hue to the souls that you have today
And cried her eyes painted a sickly honey color

Amoureux je suis amoureux
Mon amie,
After all conflict and the blood of thy temple
croire Je, plus rien qui, a vous aimer well

-March 2007

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