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imaginea utilizatorului marlena

אני בולעת את הצמא

în setea mea se îneacă deșertul, la soif

המעין האיטי
המעין התלול
עלה
מול המדבר.
בגרון צפוף המקום לצימאון
הגולש
ומציף את הגוף
כאסון קדמון
המחדש בתוכי
את עברו הסלעי.

în mine
coboară deșertul
se îneacă în setea mea
înghit setea

izvorul lent
izvorul abrupt
urcând
împotriva deșertului

în mine
nu e destul loc
pentru setea
care inundă corpul
reînnoind catastrofa
primitivă
a trecutului ei terestru

imaginea utilizatorului Vollmond

Vanity

This is what keeps me going
It is my path of knowing,
My essence belongs to me
I'm not bound to pay no fee,
From under my skin I slowly emerge
New-borns from myself I endessly forge,
Fractions of one-second emotions die
One by one in darkness they fly,
Flawless beliefs begin to cristalize
My "I" is non of your concern how it dies!

Your influence upon me leaves me still...

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

Bagpuss never cries

'we will find it we will bind it
we will stick it with glue glue glue
we will stickle it every little bit of it
we will fix it like new new new'

(The Mending Song, Bagpuss)

*

your stripes are trembling in pink
the sun is still away
I hold you tight and then I think
'..this is our saddest day'

'..he climbs a tree, I bet' I say
'or scoffs up jam on toast'
but you just turn your nose away
and meaow to me: '..get lost!'

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