Monday, December 13, 2010

Shingles On The Legs?



glued to chair, but not to govern

the body in the misty tears .. boredom

afternoons

I would not be here

intravedessi only if a path

oscilloscope between trends

and I do not know what to be

today through the 'last boulevard

I would capture every fragment

to guard

blowing against me,

his white curls

on my tired face

like an old lover

met by chance.


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