Automatic Dance
Autocratic,
automatic,
aromatic,
dancing the music
of the most strange
sounds,
playing sintetic
intellectualy
emphatically,
the single movements
in a lonely
lost town...
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Posted by mariaalgarve
at 8:38 PM MEST
Amicable ambush
Mood:
irritated
Your heart
your lips
your arms around me.
Your little tenderness
scenes.
Your way of telling me
the newspaper news;
the breakfast,the rose
your theatrical
anxietys...
Into the room of dust-
your lost love of trash
your amicable ambush.
Posted by mariaalgarve
at 8:32 PM MEST
Updated: Sunday, 19 September 2004 8:36 PM MEST
Posted by mariaalgarve
at 7:40 PM MEST
The golden Friends
Posted by mariaalgarve
at 7:34 PM MEST
Updated: Sunday, 19 September 2004 7:38 PM MEST
