How to fill you, loneliness, but with yourself... Child, between - TopicsExpress



          

How to fill you, loneliness, but with yourself... Child, between the dens poor of the Earth, still in dark angle, sought in ti, lit wreath, my future auroras and furtive Nocturnes, and you seen them, natural and accurate, also free and faithful, like mia, like yours, eternal solitude. I missed then by unfair Earth as who are looking for friends or lovers ignored; different to the world, was serene light and unbridled desire, and in the gloomy rain or Sun clearly wanted a truth that you betray you, forgetting in my eagerness to how the fugitive wings your own cloud created. And to ensuring is in my eyes with clouds on clouds of autumn overset those days yourself unseen light, you refused for good little; by tiny love or certain nor mock, by quiet friendships armchair and gesture,by a reduced tail in a ghost world name, the old forbidden pleasures as foul allowed useful only for the elegant lounge whispered, in mouths of lying and words of ice. For you I am now the echo of ancient person that I, I spotted with those youth betrayal; for you I am now starry finds, clean another desire, the Sun, my God, rumorosa overnight, rain, intimacy of always, forest and its pagan spur, the sea, the sea as its beautiful name and above all they,body dark and slender, I find you, you, loneliness as mine, and you give me strength and weakness as the bird tired arms of stone. Layered onto the balcony look insatiable waves, hear its dark imprecations, look at his white caresses; and erect from cradle vigilante am at night a diamond rotating warning men, by those who live, even if you do not see them; and so, away from them, already forgotten their names, I love them in crowds, roncas and violent as the sea, my dwelling, pure before waiting for a fiery revolution or rendered and docile, as the sea known to be itWhen you touch the hour of rest that his force conquers. You, solitary truth, transparent passion, my loneliness, are a huge hug; the Sun, the sea, the darkness, the steppe, man and his desire, angry crowd, are not your own? For you, my loneliness, looked for them one day; you, my solitude, love you now
Posted on: Wed, 05 Jun 2013 04:52:35 +0000

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