Lyrics of Life
Poetry is untranslatable, like the whole art.
Nov 27, 2009
Friday
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Quiet Friday deserted Friday Friday saddening like old alleys Friday of lazy ailing thoughts Friday of noisome sinuous stretches Friday of n...
The Wind Will Take Us
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In my small night, ah the wind has a date with the leaves of the trees in my small night there is agony of destruction listen do you hear th...
Another Birth
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My whole being is a dark chant which will carry you perpetuating you to the dawn of eternal growths and blossoming in this chant I sighed yo...
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