1
A room
no music
nobody within
when i am back
music
no room
2
Square of music
square of fear,
The Kiss
a stream of blood
i remember a kiss
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white
camellias.
Weeps arrow without
target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords
Lorca-Guitar-
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