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imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

Drapeau blanc

t’was war as we knew it
a thousand fears in a jar
labelled ‘eau de thè’
a cloud blown over our heads by no man's wind
and still turned the world that we knew
and all that you were
your wrist
tossing a thousand pancakes
your lips
blowing a thousand kisses in a row
your nights
holding my silhouette
amongst a thousand faces
I have no more use for this shield
or this sword
whoever gave them to me
can take them back
I hold myself hostage to
a thousand years of peace

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

Twenty, thirteen

"..there's nothing in the desert and no man needs nothing" - Prometheus

Captain's log. Stardate: now.

Mission 1-9-692-012 accomplished.

The crew is alive. Vital signs - stable, although many seem to be infected with joy which impacts temporarily on their frail alter-ego.

We have come to believe that time is a main factor in depleting reality of its purpose which remains unknown. Consequences unknown.

imaginea utilizatorului em ce patrat

a consequence

-

dine with me tonight said the dark angel
fear not for yours is the wisdom
let me taste sadness from this plate in front of you
and drink from thy glass of sorrow
(have you seen the mortals laughing
so grotesque in their so called happiness?)
sadness only brings beauty
yes we are bound for eternity
me as a guardian of your soul
you as keeper of my visions
fair enough dare i say

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

She was here

..and tangled up in ivy
this tomb her humble home
no heartbeat to surrender to
so cold and so alone

a passing cloud of haven
she watches from above
you aching for her beauty
the lips you used to love

these tears of naked sorrow
are kisses that you long
days pass without tomorrow
and no one to belong

for she is now your memory
her laughter now asleep

imaginea utilizatorului Aranca

esquisse à deux dans la chambre verte II

"si l'on bâtissait la maison du bonheur, la plus grande pièce serait la salle d'atten

regarde-nous parmi les nuages

les anges bâtissent la paroisse

d'un pays jusqu'alors inconnu de toi

tout est oublié.

selon qu'elles sont libres ou captives

les eaux de pluie et de fonte des neiges

déversent déjà les saisons d'antan

comme dans la plupart des vallées humides

prions

dans la mesure du possible

au silence des ailes


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