Tuesday, November 3, 2009

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You chose to call it addiction
Deep cuts that love
Although the soundwaves are staying missing
Our scenary
The big not turned out
To be more


They call it continuation
Feel hard that love
There´s a head point still missing
About later on
Something telling we had
Tomorrow backing us up


I could call it pollution
Hold tight that love
Even when black will make all go missing
Home view
My crippled little animal
Crawls ahead


1 comment:

Unknown said...

intressant dikt, jag tror jag lägger in Neruda igen på min site för att balansera den ibland outhärdliga samtiden