Wednesday, December 22, 2004

The Meaning of Life

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I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

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 that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Pablo Neruda

-The poet who inspires me

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

The Asylum

standing in the shower,
i cup the water in my hands,

pour it over my face

---in perpetuum
and try;

i try so damn hard,
but i cannot wash away
the solitude,

it seeps through my bones
like a cheap fragrance
or someone else's rain.


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