Dentro de mí

20 giugno 2018 ore 13:50 segnala




Usted

tienes viento

eso hace que mis ojos se pongan furiosos.

Usted

eres fuego

eso hace que mi corazón se asome

Usted

eres una ola

eso hace que mi mar huracañe

Usted

eres arena que hace que mi cuerpo se concha.

Y a mi,

que yo soy

viento, fuego, olas y arena

Me convierto en ti.

Me convierto en nosotros


( Ultimo dei Mohicani )


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« immagine » Usted tienes viento eso hace que mis ojos se pongan furiosos. Usted eres fuego eso hace que mi corazón se asome Usted eres una ola eso hace que mi mar huracañe Usted eres arena que hace que mi cuerpo se concha. Y a mi, que yo soy viento, fuego, olas y arena Me...
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Cassandra

19 giugno 2018 ore 21:36 segnala



Dans le fond plus profond,
dans l'intime le plus intime,
où le corps et l'âme
ne sont pas encore divisés
et où pas de mot,
pas de pensée,
je savais tout.

( Christa Wolf )
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« immagine » Dans le fond plus profond, dans l'intime le plus intime, où le corps et l'âme ne sont pas encore divisés et où pas de mot, pas de pensée, je savais tout. ( Christa Wolf )
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19/06/2018 21:36:31
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Un peu de soleil dans l'eau froide.

18 giugno 2018 ore 14:57 segnala



Inconnue,
elle ètait ma forme prèfèrèe
celle qui m'enlevait
le souci d'ètre un homme
et je la vois et je la perds
et je subis ma douleur comme
un peu de soleil dans l'eau froide.

( Françoise Sagan )

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« immagine » Inconnue, elle ètait ma forme prèfèrèe celle qui m'enlevait le souci d'ètre un homme et je la vois et je la perds et je subis ma douleur comme un peu de soleil dans l'eau froide. ( Françoise Sagan )
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18/06/2018 14:57:59
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In days never distant

16 giugno 2018 ore 21:46 segnala



Look for me
in your pockets.

Browse
in your smiles.

Savor
in your lips.

Find me
in your hands.

And your hands
in my hands
they will be
infinite interweaving
in days never distant.

( Ultimo dei Mohicani )

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« immagine » Look for me in your pockets. Browse in your smiles. Savor in your lips. Find me in your hands. And your hands in my hands they will be infinite interweaving in days never distant.
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16/06/2018 21:46:54
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In my days

16 giugno 2018 ore 12:39 segnala



Lips

looking for lips.

Lips

that whisper, that caress, that nourish.

Lips

forever run,

and between one space and another

fingers that play to hide.

A blurring

like sand between the fingers

my moments

with you.

Do

that in my days

nothing is missing.

( Ultimo dei Mohicani )


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« immagine » Lips looking for lips. Lips that whisper, that caress, that nourish. Lips forever run, and between one space and another fingers that play to hide. a blurring like sand between the fingers my moments with you. do that in my days nothing is missing.
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16/06/2018 12:39:55
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Like every drop in the sea

13 giugno 2018 ore 21:15 segnala



Swipe
leather made
is
of leather cover me.

Invents
draw me
on your body.

Track
my contours
on your lips.

That
I am in you
like every drop in the sea.

( Ultimo dei Mohicani )

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« immagine » Swipe leather made is of leather cover me. Invents draw me on your body. Track my contours on your lips. That I am in you like every drop in the sea.
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13/06/2018 21:15:44
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Breath

12 giugno 2018 ore 21:07 segnala



I abandon myself
slow
in your hands,
while
the sun
born and then dies.

Is
six
that breath
that still remains to me
on the lips.

( Ultimo dei Mohicani )

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« immagine » I abandon myself slow in your hands, while the sun born and then dies. Is six that breath that still remains to me on the lips. ( Ultimo dei Mohicani )
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12/06/2018 21:07:04
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