Poem.

1. my blood is the way light and truth
and walking on it
as mirror

this is my body
fed up of it
this is my anger
Wash your face in it

I can burn in hell and you look into it
greedily
nothing is more hungry than love
embrace your language is digging in meat
a welding machine which I set
the door of the morrow

open me
is a story to preserve
are over lived
is a disconnection from life
Sit down beside me and let rotate button
to listen to better than life
and that music
stepping over my bones
are the bridge that I have learned to build it
those who have loved in my name

2. blood in me digs the catacombs to hide
me
without skin are the tree of knowledge
my branches full of fruit
my snakes
I know all the secrets of comfort
s gray say tenderness & sensuality
Let’s tattooed on his arms that day two warriors
number of casualties in the confrontation with death

3. take my towers, horses
I get mad
Queen
I do not get the feeling that something is in the air
I dress in oxygen and rain as I would wear
skin

can play any game with anyone because I have nothing to lose
but when playing with you
take me all
take my parents, children, fingers, eyes, tongue
take my thoughts, fears, promises
faith

let me naked on the table
I miraculously fill of bread and fish
as a feast to the eye of the month
as a beacon pending storm
to complain that fishermen have to crush the boats
of rocks melted in me
callings
and dreaming

4. when I think of it
is a process lobotomizare
my memories are multiplied in mind that rhymes
call on another day
night the other night
cried indifference indifference
hate hate
unbelief make unbelief
love called love
and for that I believe in you
because you are increasing and life
if you show me
my life would be a ball of guts fell out of the abdomen
playing with cats

5. it is the kiss that heals
it is the kiss that revives
it is sweet kiss of death
it is the kiss of heaven to earth
or the kiss of God

there is a kiss
our
it contains all

6. My girlfriend speaks flowers
and English rivers
speaks stones
and language that are melting glaciers
knows the language of all mothers
knows what I feel when the kids first taste of light
kill my baby birds in the sky when I say
how much I want
it was before love and gave names
my love
I turn water into wine

7. my girlfriend has not been rested the seventh day
because she loves me

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