September 2010
1 post
le soir.
Il est enfin possible de voir ce que la lumière cachait si bien
August 2009
80 posts
people come into your life for a season, a reason or a lifetime.
shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ass
shot like a flower in the dance
I am so excited.
Life’s little accomplishments can lead to a hole new world of possibility.
I need to game plan, dreamboard something fierce
j’ai besoin de vivre comme un bateau ivre.
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,...
pablo neruda
DON’T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke...
There’s something odd about sending with love
a letter that was written in hate.
There’s something sad about wanting to speak
but being silenced until it’s too late.
There’s something unfair in leaving your choice
to the intricate workings of fate.
There’s something dark about walking away
when every part of you wants to stay,
and there’s something to fight...
hovatron →
one world. one day.
