Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Quickbooks Liscene Number



share in this post only a few letters of the English group Pumuky . Yes, that's all for now. I'm not a fan of poetry, but these letters, the letters ... I wish I had written them.


Lovers

If, as so much because I get bored in a suicide

If you buy without stopping
is to fill that hole in your gut


Everything is so elusive is old

what was new
Your moldy meat

My spirit wintered two winters ago

us kill these ants in the kitchen
Take away the rot of the fruit bowl
Clean up the refrigerator, llenémosla
Let's do something to fall in love again

Lets spend the money we have left
in fireworks and sweets
Let's do something absurd: let us love
Let's do something to fall in love again

Your Brand
all night listening to your voice
that twists, slippery to me
I turn around to violence against you
betrays me, persuade me to go

The four winds have for
Crowds and sing your song
say there is no time to lose
I gain, and then fall

You took advantage of my stupidity
as with all all other
Did you wanted something else?
I have your brand. You wanted it, nothing more ...

against runaway horse Steppenwolf served
does go so far back I do not know now if I
ransom note, these medals will use


competed against wild horses that were so much like me
Our wounds are not closed and we were looking

fire on the altar fire winner heal

Among myriads of locusts
received the award but not closed, my wound

not heal If you've won everything, what more I can win?
Perhaps part of the losses up to this place where I intend to escape

be back with you and comfort me
until the next time it hurts so much, again

The Metamorphosis
All I have

burn it If I hold the fire
able to break the icy crust

that runs through my skin feel nothing

If there is no reason to continue


All these books and burn those discs
This clothes and leave behind those letters

Atop the pile

greet my friends and my parents, my brothers
and you, you smile me

And it starts raining ash
feel ecstatic
bleed a tear
Now
lose you now I know that I loved
and rise of the black spot
Now come, mend our wounds

learned is that everyone deserves another chance

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