LAST BOOK READ
"BE A SINGLE
Council libro.Mi all this has helped a lot ...... Just a few sentences that struck me
" is indeed inevitable that the human species is as destructive and violent?
We can be better?
And why is there so much pain around, unhappiness and dissatisfaction?
We could not be happier? "
Monday, March 15, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Woman Retirement Clip Art
as before
as if something had changed, nothing has changed
regret as if we belonged
no regrets as if there arrendessimo
inevitability of fate, the fate not
there as if we know that love does not exist there
as naked, lying on the shore
waiting for the sea engulfs us
shells in the sand, fog lights sudden
the wave is in the veins
restless and seething
disjointed screams in never-ending spiral
outstretched hands clasped hands
expressive eyes half-open mouths
all lies, fakes
smell subtle instinct sad
float where we come from
as if something had changed, nothing has changed
regret as if we belonged
no regrets as if there arrendessimo
inevitability of fate, the fate not
there as if we know that love does not exist there
as naked, lying on the shore
waiting for the sea engulfs us
shells in the sand, fog lights sudden
the wave is in the veins
restless and seething
disjointed screams in never-ending spiral
outstretched hands clasped hands
expressive eyes half-open mouths
all lies, fakes
smell subtle instinct sad
float where we come from
Switch Black Red Wire 2 Black
Endings
has always been one of the most beautiful poetry of history, in my opinion
today I was reminded
Things do not explode,
They fail, they're fade,
as sunlight fades from the flesh, as the foam drains quick
in the sand, even love's
lightening flash
has no thunderous end,
it dies with the sound of flowers fading like the
sweating flesh from pumice stone, everything shapes
this till we are left with the sound That Surrounds
Beethoven's head.
Derek Walcott
has always been one of the most beautiful poetry of history, in my opinion
today I was reminded
Things do not explode,
They fail, they're fade,
as sunlight fades from the flesh, as the foam drains quick
in the sand, even love's
lightening flash
has no thunderous end,
it dies with the sound of flowers fading like the
sweating flesh from pumice stone, everything shapes
this till we are left with the sound That Surrounds
Beethoven's head.
Derek Walcott
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