I have the moan of doves and the feather of ecstasy. A.Ginsberg

Πέμπτη, 13 Ιανουαρίου 2011

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We swallow
Her eyes
We swallow
We swallow
Her breast
We swallow
The English snow
Is taller
Than our own
The French tear
is longer
Than our shadow
We swallow
Youw eyes
We swallow
No more words
(In depth the vision)
No more clinics
(In depth the shine)
No more poetry
Instead