Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Brazilian Happy Ending

Milonga









dances a tango with my thoughts, tears
notes are aborted
unarmed
first drops of consciousness itself,
and again I realize that even
contrast and I sank in

crazy decisions made with awe and passion, and I hope

in a dream that will come to save me.




Ants s'adoperano,
elect their queen,
masturbate hidden
while watching the moon and the sea
someone is watching.

We are a man,
a pair of broken shoes ...
A girl and an old
who speak different languages, yet another

unnatural violence and an ashtray overflowing
to be our home, kissing his forehead

left,
the wind blow away the dandruff on your shoulders
and betrayal from your secret
now that the future is certain and this remains dormant

in the folds of her dress, caressing her face left

like dying
and dance with me

with your hair with your nerves,
away from this love in box.

The pansy
sounds of the heart with a bow and a vibraphone
dropped, as
my sadness,
to the delta of the soul and there

becomes a smile.

E 'dead another angel, the devil has run
another committed suicide while two mothers give birth


a pianist's passion and enthusiasm of a soldier;

turbine kicks and then catch
and the look is the sky ,
and the sky is my eyes,
again, right, backward, left forward twice

trampling fingers instead of flowers, canning
noise rather than love.





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