I speak to you over cities
I speak to you over plains
My mouth is against your ear
The two sides of the walls face
my voice which acknowledges you.
I speak to you of eternity.
O cities memories of cities
cities draped with our desires
cities early and late
cities strong cities intimate
stripped of all their makers
their thinkers their phantoms
Landscape ruled by emerald
live living ever-living
the wheat of the sky on our earth
nourishes my voice I dream and cry
I laugh and dream between the flames
between the clusters of sunlight
And over my body your body extends
the layer of its clear mirror.
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Your writing is filled with mystery and passion and beauty. I suspect that those words also describe you.
Eluard's increadible, a must read for anyone drunk and in love, my favorite state :)..I come back to these poems now and then..glad to share it with you..
the past is precious but it is hard to live there
I find the present less troubling
I don't..
Illiterate me: I thought that was your creation. But, in that case, I admire your choice!
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