Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The ocean has no owner
The wind still is free
Every window has a viewer
Every needle holds a tear
This one wispers shiny voices at dawn
And at sunrise tissues blured, always throughout a mosquito screen:
Abe and the remaining three sets of chops,
A blue stringed hanging chair profiting inertia from the wind;
Swinging from a tree.
While the river plays his music and the night starts to sing
They I´ll be ready for a feast at fall in a couple of months.
To the west nests a Bold Eagle
For her bundle from the river she provides...
- Suspecting she has already scanned those lambs. Not shure though, just guessing -
Long endless feelings
Waiting for you handbrush to split their will:
In countless tears...
The river carries souls gathering to reach the sea
The streets filled with noise pushing the rain towards me
Are we there yet? Is it that we never moved?
Moon guide us with your inmaculate light
So we can find our way through this life
And never again be where we were... Tomorrow.
I am sorry
The blink that prays for rejection
When my touch
Clamis to draw on skin it´s vision of redemption...
Hold me even when tou turn your back to my watching range
Because holding the breath it´s like feeling far away nightmares called revenge...
Blink and when you are tired of falling: awake!