Sunday, December 5, 2010

What If The Car Accident Was My Fault



As the motion of a storm that shakes the sea

like running in the snow and feel
only way
breath
As the echo of the notes of a piano in a dancing
empty room ...
I look at the wonder of a painted face
with the passion of those who love the details
and not let them escape his gaze
In each canvas is his painter
its colors and hand outstretched, toward the visitor

to kidnap him as the fascination of beauty,
eternal
impressed
forever ...
finished his work
turns and walks toward
who has drawn all around the world and you ...
fascinated, bewitched by its beauty struck through the heart
stay ... again and again ...
to hear you miss

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