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Ma Boheme I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets; my
Ma Boheme I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets; my overcoat too was becoming ideal; I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your va...

YOUR HANDS When your hands go out, love, toward mine, what do
YOUR HANDS When your hands go out, love, toward mine, what do they bring me flying? Why did they stop at my mouth, suddenly, why do I recognize ...

“Never an illness, nor the absence of grandeur, no, nothing is
“Never an illness, nor the absence of grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir, we are afflicted with: beautifu...

Full woman, carnal apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed,
Full woman, carnal apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure clarity opens between your columns? What ancient night...

YOUR FEET When I can not look at your face I look at your
YOUR FEET When I can not look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, a...

Lovely One Lovely one, Just as on the cool stone Of the spring,
Lovely One Lovely one, Just as on the cool stone Of the spring, the water Opens a wide flash of foam, So is the smile of your face, Lovely one. Love...