Wednesday, March 25, 2009

lost in translation

love is too dangerous for me. I remember
everything to me remembers

smell everything as him, everything seems as him, reminds me to the
impossible fingers.
because really, they are impossible
I cannot have them, as I have them before this death.

and this disarranges me; always it disarranges me. smells disarrange me

the most. it dements me
madness, madness of love, impenetrable sadness to love, all this
dements me, he unbreathes me
always he eats inside me and I am, and I am not and
from time to time I exist, and then I do not exist

a cavern is blown of me and edges are made rusty.

i am exposed and i am cracked,
oh i am elastic

but the most important: it is that:
I am (and always I am); even I cannot demolish me nor can you,
I must continue to breathe

always
always still I embody I love
I breathe still

and me, I exist,
I am

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