Sweetness
I take your eye and shake hands,
there is a fear in your eyes old;
dreams of ashes now you are flammable. When
fears dissolve, you believe in me.
A light that blinds you,
purity in the mirror and you
you approach me.
cries the sky above the windows,
the storm is in your heart.
You will shelter me.
Urla thunder into space,
your voice is already a sigh and tremble
you next to me.
I take your eye and shake hands
there in your eyes Sweetness
new to you.
As if by magic she gets up at night,
walk in silence with eyes still closed as
follow a magical singing and swinging back to dreaming.
The long gown, the face of milk,
the moonbeams on thick hair.
The wax figure stretches out among the flowers, are the jealous
elves to spy.
Swing, swing, the wind pushes it,
catch the stars for his desires.
furtive shadow detaches itself from the wall:
in the game you lose a child to woman. A cry
in the morning in the street, a man of
piece invokes his tailor.
a voice lost forever repeats
"I did not want to wake her so"
"I did not want to wake her so." The door closed
Like every night you're alone in the dark;
your candor you company.
Feel the rustle in the doorway and do not know who will.
Lay the newspaper, listening in silence.
Who is knocking at the door at this hour?
Would you tremble and open but do not know why.
not have opened.
Why?
could be "him".
Short image
Games reflect light the fires in the water, soft
colors blend into my eyes.
is an 'image was very sweet, beautiful,
is an' image that I would always be mine.
Where the sky ends up joining the sea,
a young woman smiles at me.
is a 'fleeting image, short,
is an' image that takes away the sunset.
Figure cardboard
In a strange world of your own,
figures made of cardboard and many
cloth dolls, you live. Live
closed in those four walls,
not remember who you brought us
and you only know who now plays with you.
You do not have the anxieties of the future, for
time you no longer valid,
what you did yesterday rifarai you tomorrow.
And in your dreams
talk with the angels.
In a closed circle of madness
you've lost your youth like a flower
removed from its branch in the spring.
Give a name to all the butterflies
and confess your love to the wind,
dance alone in the evening when it is empty corridors.
hold strong in the chest and on your pillow
white wall
you draw the profile of a woman with her baby and so happy
you fall asleep. Waiting for the dawn
The sound of a guitar,
a song in the night.
There was a fire on the beach,
waiting for the sunrise reflects the barefoot girl.
Many footprints in the sand,
smile.
There was a face off between the blank and white flames,
long the boy stared at him.
many eyes, one glance,
a silent thought.
There was the warm bodies in those veins
thesis and the moon was setting, waterfront
bathed in the glow
uncertain and his body free gift.
A strong wind was furious with the sun in the morning, spilling
on the seashore.
Alienation
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