Sunday, March 8, 2009

Lost night

The waves are breaking their hands on the beach
In the darkness you can hear the ancient song evaporating
from the rocks
There is nothing more in the eyes end lines
your salty tongue
your eyes in memory lost
your hands, cold like the stone
pallid like a ghost
Where are your songs?
where is your secret dawn?
my last words for your celebration
my first words for your dance

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