Saturday, October 27, 2007

[Il mio sogno sei tu...]

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[Il mio sogno sei tu...]

My curious boy, it is not only
that I drink your words to hollow
out my body, my body hollow,
I drink to fill my soul.

Why God chose to make me, Tesoro,
I will never know.

When I drink, I become the evening
which formed the voice of the ocean.

It is then
that I will have traveled the contours
of your mouth, read poetry from your
breath,... language that ached for release,
isolated in the sleep between dreams.

(Do not be surprised.)

Look at me, look at me,..

I have spent the entire day dreaming
your head rising the crest of my body.

And beneath the cathedral of my bone,
the ocean notes gather, soft as the smile
upon my face, sweet as the whispered
spirals of an angel who calls out.

"How can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?" - Lifehouse

I was just thinking, poetry can be read wrong. I usually do not explain my work, but this is romantica. The two in the poem are about to kiss. Eh, forget it,... ;)

1 comments to Cher:

Anonymous said...

Very nice!


Antonio =)


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