David St. John›Poezii

Semnul TU Ramine biciul speculativ al esteticii mele Ca in ultimul capitol pe care l-am scris Numit \"Erotica sinelui fara corp\" Desi

There is a train inside this iris: You think I\'m crazy, and like to say boyish and outrageous things. No, there is A train inside this

It was there, in that little town On top of the mountain, they walked, Francesco and Chiara, That\'s who they were, that\'s what They told

It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black cabaret that the police liked