His skin...white as the purest snow,
Her eyes...darker than darkness itself,
My heart...silent beats below,
Your wings...bare the grace of an elf...
His eyes...blinded, eternaly...searching,
Her skin...beholdes divine parfume...spreading,
My wings...above you...covering,
Your heart...next to mine...feeling.
- la nuit qui monte en nous, dit-il, nous y
somme noyés.
Sentir, tout à coup, une voix rauque sur la peau.
Je lui demande ce qu'il voulait dire. Il a l'air
étonné. Son profil de marée incertaine se
cambre, tous ses traits s'estompent.
Ses regards fondent dans l'étonnement - je
l'écoutais ou je regardais tout simplement la nuit
tomber -
La nuit tombe de voyelle en voyelle. Qui a
dim, turbid, huge waves, sometimes
troubled silt, quicksand
by sky water clouds
and you can not see
but the early mornings
you know, there has been a window you
crouched on the ledge because thus you could run
amongst the sands of darkness onto the path to stars,
a way often gilded by moon
and even when it was raining, was windy, or storm
barrier was not actually there
thus you could watch above,
until the sun scattered crystals
and the wall appeared in all his greatness
E' inutile scrivere se non si sente il rumore del vento.
(ogni lettera è un suono, ogni parola è un tono musicale che vibra)
Le parole si possono perdere col tempo,
sotto le foglie secche...
dimenticate.
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Non si può pitturare senza la luce.
I colori devono essere vivi, intensi
(ogni colore è una goccia di vita che illumina...)
love is brutal with us
these days
and you know
when you feel my thoughts
hunting yours
in the blue white of the morning
you’re right
we are not
what we fear the most
not even those unhappy dolls
of the 21st century
running in meaningless circles
but rather what we miss
when we use reasonable absurdities
to justify and apease
the horrific need
for each other
when you feel my thoughts
hurting yours
in the red dark of the dusk
and you glow in
those nights
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