Wednesday, June 2, 2010

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My words. Pacific Bicycle Thief


My words are stones, sharp and precise,

ready to throw,

faces on vulnerable and defenseless,

are hovering clouds, swollen with innuendo,

going on in the eyes infinite expectations

drops are precious, unforgettable

long pangs and then sip,

are flaming arrows

the wind or the luck they know address

are flashes inside a pit, dark and abandoned,

a face to the deaf and dumb 'Love has illuminated

leaves are falling, due to promises,

that time forgive you for having spoken

are wrong notes on the sheet have happened by accident,

drawn, and then forgotten,

the words I said or I thought say,

admit


tight in his teeth,

past, applicants,

unexpected, hear or dream ...


My words are tumbling, snowballs in the sun,

glowing rockets before bursting,

are toys and mosquitoes, sand pile,

small bans which disobey

went to sleep, surprised by a deep pain

that I can not explain

do as they please, get lost in the dark

then return

are endless night, bursts of laughter,

faces too overexposed to the sun,

These are the words,

sweet rancorous, full of respect or indecorous

are my father and mother,

a kiss on the head before sleep before starting another,

the words I said, and who knows how many still

must come ...


squeezed between teeth

save these,

imagined, dreamed or heard,

swords, daggers,

sigh in the dark, forgive,

blown by a foot.


My words


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