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My Voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach

Tuesday, 26 June 2007

Posted by Mon-amie at 19:28 1 comment:

Am I seeing Red wherever I turn my Eyes?

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Ah vastness of Pines,murmur of waves breaking.

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Thursday, 21 June 2007

All Goes Onward and Outward, Nothing collapses

Posted by Mon-amie at 21:22 2 comments:

In them Realities for you and me,In them Poems for you and me

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The Endless Pride

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Soundless,between motionless gondoliers

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Switzerland,alone and solemn,June surprised me with my joy of humble honeycomb:Bright as a dream

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If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine. @Neruda.
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