Can I Look Up My Master Lock

my poems

have up

mild

of those condemned to live

synthesis

things

let

as silence

the word

as a leaves and brushes

peak-and-slide

dough

intangible

of a flock of

moths on the skin

white

touch squeezes

eternity

leaving

be

hours

rain

Cakes With Dirt Bikes

my poems

night between 23 and 24 March 2008

ban the word retains
............... asking
language ............... along the short stretch
......................... ... thin

know how much you can ...... .... touch
or remains ........ .....
with blood on the doorposts and the lintel
then go

not know or wait and hold open the

the threshold limit of the grant that pays lip

the price of the sap of the wound margin
know when
name is ............. cry when you kiss

distinguish the iris from the greenhouse to the banks of the blades


out the breath of the night .. confuses
mouth on rice ..... relaxed and eager for another
.................................
then in the stomach and small
time when more is revealed

retain the ban and denies

Sew In Weave Side Bang Hairstyles

You, My

few months ago I was given this book, "You, My" of the Neapolitan writer Erri De Luca. I've read in a "reading bricks" and the beginning of an 'other' reading brick 'in a few hours. is a small very strong and very dense book that really advise everyone to read, which is why, I will not advance! but I wanted to post a sentence of this brief thought that I really liked:




"We love you so, look into your loved one to the point no one revealed, which is given as a gift only to those searches, listen with love. We love to be close, but not too much, you fall in love from an acute angle a little to one side in one room at a table, sitting in a garden where the others dance to the rhythm of a piece of music dull and decisive ago by gelatin for a face that pins to pin on the diaphragm of the chest "

Over The Knee From Moms

Stefano

Multiplication Chart 1 -20

my poems

be distracted
the extent that the soul of the iris hole
thin that I open the nights inverting
our alchemy when I know you're
as filtering the course
thick of things as a child, which opens ........ rose petals that
do not think about other things .......... ... yield die at my feet
my red shoes along the edge wire
as the hope of glory and collapse
long eyelashes ............ be (I)
you .......................................... .. .. my tower of babel
I am ...................................... . as gall and pressed
different syllables of your firm and the key to bringing
their hands on the floor like you used
cuts on his fingertips and yet there
port silence-where-you tap