Sunday, March 29, 2009

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IMMIGRATION (03/29/2009)


Evil is his taste bad omen

Shadow charge of murder
For Dreams are
embryos and hope to one day shine

For one day
Under Warm rays of your eyes from your breath

Steeped words
What profuman desserts.


march from holograms
Without disturbing
In a corner In some
damp basement of the mind
Abortion
not predestined to rend with their agony
Muti walking dead have no awareness of time passing

Without wanting to go to sleep never to return

They would like to fight but have no nails ...

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CONSIDERATIONS Saturday (28/03/2009)



At least I did not think I did not think

And instead you can! You can turn

all wish
In endless valleys of Acre
pain ...

The sighs RESTAN there
crystallized and crystalline
perched at that moment:
spasm involuntary
voluptuous
already entangled in webs of resignation
dying agonizing
condenses on cold bodies.

masturbate the mind: Paranoia

are too fast

so hard to go through the dreams ...
darkness among us fear
Always heavy drapes
to tighten our window ...

Saturday, March 28, 2009

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IN MY MIND, IN YOUR HEART ... (03/28/2009)


My tears do not have sound

No smell the flavor

Amaranth Growing inside you wonder
I feel it is as if it were mine!

Way:
new eyes and pupils colorful
Behind al'atrio soul All seems calm in

But the viscera are erupting
When you smile ... trembling.

disappears in the distance
Each principle
Curse of ancestors ideas
Now we are alone: \u200b\u200b
naked bodies and wet
A whole new taste to our palates
wilted. The cards speak


And the reason When you stare dumbfounded

With opulent arrows of love
"Not that I'll be yours!"

Friday, March 27, 2009

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SCREAMING IN SILENCE (26/03/2009)


All darts disharmonious
carried on rails without
red arrows bled
Black Gold is pumped
and nuances are lost
In the din of its passage.

Who thinks of a green oasis of relaxation mirage

hath been awakened to a nightmare
no air conditioning!

Tears tar
Piovon thick dense
To quench
Terra Arsa scandal mania:
Quadrupedi taught
credon God
Why is standing on two legs!

"The Sun is already dead"

Sunset is now
We went back sleepy

What are reasons to Their coffins lined with brown
mellifluous illusions
And there spingon increasingly

sink into the prisons built by the Masters .. .

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

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Indefinite (23/11/20008)


wrap my hair in your diet
A colorful lawn m'appaiono
And I'm a hiker

It is a flower that is lost and feeds
inside of you. I let the tears slide


to be cleaned with a brand new smile
reckless that I found the Eldorado.

omit a part of me
Rounding the corner of my eye I watch
does not investigate
You're my medicine and my mirror.

I walked
doing all the actions I have suffered, sweated, cursed, dead and risen

Holy hell not much innate
Now thou hast
revived and I do not know ... The words I write
But I feel that my feet are now independent
From my fears!

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FACE IN THE SUN (11/30/2008)


Your face is a sun that leaves no room
And the night has to stay out of the door
"Do you not understand I could go crazy!"

overlap syncopated beats:
Heart, soul, reason
Everyone screams her.

Meanwhile, here is the usual dance rhythm;
And you do not leave me even a second of silence made
Dolce impersonal fingered.


A book after the other things that need to be made
Constraints in the limbo of "should."

You are the sweet worm
Grin
Taste of the devil that I have not tasted
And in any case are already in chains.

not scandalous?
would be light and fresh crisp air
But you want more than a moment from me ...

Sunday, March 15, 2009

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A drop of splendor

"To the house plan we'll talk about Tuesday or Wednesday with a maximum of (President George) Napolitano. E I hope to launch Friday "
" not to reduce the value of his house "
" I have great confidence in the aesthetic sense of the Italians, which is not that the 40 and 50, is much improved "
" And I have faith in the sense of responsibility of the professionals projects will be asked to sign "
" to make sure that you do not protect the illegal "
" At first (Umberto) Bossi had thought that the plan would favor immigrants, but when he was told that it was so , there was also enthusiastic adherence to Bossi and his "

... today, that yesterday, I was in Genoa to see the exhibition dedicated to Fabrizio De Andrè.
I would highly recommend to all a trip, whether you like it or not like Fabrizio.

high
by the sinking of the lookout towers
china and the elements of disaster
away from things that happen above the words

long celebration of nothing easy wind
of satiety on the scandal of impunity

of weapons in Metal used and unused

to lead the column of smoke
pain and leaving the endless battles in the evening
the majority is the majority is
reciting a rosary

of petty ambitions of millennial fears of endless tricks

cultivating quiet
the horrible variety

the arrogance of their
majority is like a disease as a misfortune

as anesthesia

as a habit when traveling in the direction of obstinate and contrary
with his special brand of special
and despair among the vomit of rejected moves for the last steps
deliver to the death of a drop of humanity
splendor of truth ...

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interrupted speech (15/03/2009)


Note:
When everything is over, seems never to be anything ... esistino Error! this is the track that remains under the skin after all ...

Today, the mirror does not give peace to my heart

tearful regret of salt burn
All our memories, we will
Bitterness
Masochistic faithful in the pages Of our
yesterday.

With eyes as a child
Weaned too hard
observe our history: How
lizard's tail
slams relentlessly
Illus ...! He hopes to discover still alive! The words follow each other



From my lips to your ears
Muri rubber
Me
return the form of fists
Lead on the wings of my desire ... I find myself surrounded


A reshuffle his finger
The dense ocean of fears
frills
Too heavy for us to live free

These sunsets What Passion
Han only the color: red blood fall from the sky

repainting sorrow my tomorrow!