I named this great goblet The Alison‘s Cut
It isn’t a lack
Not even a wound
Sometime it’s a helmet
But always a chasm
Dangling its feet in the ocean of chants
Let’s whirl together
Motto: ”My uncle loves me too much…”
Gwendolyn Brooks
I don’t know how old I am
perhaps six or seconds before
in the florist-shop across the river
all vases smell like hell
he is standing in a
…ecnis reve degnahc sah gniht yrevE
I stopped you at the heavens’ crossing
I touched your wing’s shoulder
a feather fell on the street
with a soft noise
in melodic colors
next
a feather took to the
elle restait dans un plat à fruits en verre
crucifiée sur le brin de la pomme
tenait une graine contre son sein à côté de son cœur
avait collé sa joue contre l\'humide
était nue et légère telle
tout autour d\'elle
il imaginait un univers limité
avec un débris de météore
il lui découpait dans le ventre
un trou noir
aux sonorités azuréennes
depuis
il joue avec sa côte
par dessus
B-ecause there is always a light in the night even
A-stronomies couldn’t name it
R-ehearsal for the Prom & you being half of my magical eye
B-ecause our dance was not just a coincidence
Every time I was waiting for you...
I covered my head with an iron helmet
and I dressed myself in a volcano
So what…?!
I felt your expiration on my nape
your gestures in my marrow
your
Look at me!
I am the central piece
Magma and gravitation
Wine rouge
Iceberg burning in hell
Nebuchadnezzar’s palace ponies
Flowers and breakfasts
No frozen dinners
Nothing canned
more or less then a Haiku:
lost in translation
everyone wants to be found
with a single word
\"Could you translate this one for me in Portuguese & find the word?\"
\"(I´m with the
The cat found a radioactive spot in the dog’s white fur.
She slept over there waiting for the ballet.
The black waiter was waiting. Naked, in the dark wall
wearing an imaginary white
Mechanical
He was looking at a sunny window. He didn’t know what a window was. He thought it was a door and walked out. Time has stopped. Even if he had some notions about flying, he kept his
Juice between (...) in the morning
Alcohol after hot dinners
Spicy snow in the des(s)ert
Onion with hundred sweet layers
Nut’s salty shell on the tongue
a violin (and) in a hard rock bed
a
His mother was a couturierre and she knew to cook special meals for his son and his guest. Vegetables and seeds. The fruits of Atlantis, yeast of Plato’s Greece. Huge sweet cabbages, mille leaves
I stuck a sword in my sun’s bubble,
so he could watch the cornfield.
His orb was not perfect.
Or my eye did not see perfectly...
Who the hull did it?
Look!
Corners in my perfect cornfield.
I
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