October 2011
35 posts
Poesia de papel
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Long Exposure # 2
Sou um homem
com mais memória -
sinto-me a crashar!
Long Exposure # 1
I am a simple girl
I like to fuck to eat
to sleep to swim
I am a simple girl
I like to sleep to swim
to suck to sweat
I am a simple girl
not sophisticated for a penny
simply like to have the ace
the ace in my hand
I am a simple girl
never put on any airs and grace
do I have to tell you this?
I am a simple girl
(my) darling
such a babe in the woods!
Profil
Il y eût un temps
où je devinais tes pas
ton chemin ton arrivée
les pierres foulées de l’allée
les herbes folles qui ondulaient
le tracé du vent épousant la falaise
la tempête qui brisait les mâts
la mer houleuse qui rompait les coques
les galéons et leurs trésors enfouis
la profondeur de l’océan la rumeur
de ta voix le son de ta pensée
Burqa
sous le grillage
du vêtement sombre -
les yeux d’une femme
le corps d’une femme
les mains d’une femme
les jambes et les cuisses
épaisses d’une femme
les lèvres et la bouche
fines d’une femme
le sexe humide, étroit
et tuméfié d’une femme
Absolu
“Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.” Anaïs Nin
Le Parfum (reloaded)
Il y a une évidence
de ton odeur,
de ton parfum,
qui m’ennivre
et me convainct autant
que tes mots,
que ton apparence,
que ta beauté animale
et fauve,
que ton sentiment puissant,
que ta volonté féroce…
inébranlable.
Heute
So pathetic is Life
facing its oldest enemies -
scorned, battered and weathered.
Oh Old man - piece of frayed fabric -
strained and ill-tempered;
facing Death is like playing accordion
just stretch the rope to its full lenght
just stretch your left arm…
nothing more is at stake!
So pathetic is Life
facing its oldest enemies -
scorned, battered and weathered.
Conqueror
Every Conqueror Creates A Muse
Edmund Wallace, in ‘Panegyric to My Lord Protector’
Resilience
Tes bras sont mes racines Ta voix est la prière qui me chavire Ton corps est mon port d’attache Ta bouche est le pain du plaisir
Ton sexe est le mât du navire Chargé de notre ambitieux Trésor Qui jamais ne périra en mer
Narcisus
Once upon a time a guy -
(named Narcisus )
was so proud of his beauty that
he couldn’t refrain himself
from looking at his own image
in every mirror
in every river
in every flask of water
in every surfaced mirror
publicity placards
shop’s vitrines
One day though
he was so imbibed in drugs and alcohol
that he felt on his knees and simply
drowned face down in the cold...
Death
the girl was beautiful
the other girl was beautiful 2
the boy was caught int the evilish web
he killed the other girl 2 for what might be
the proof.. the supreme love - a pact scelled with blood
ant other petty sordid details - like Death at the end
in a cold and gloomy room under a blooded white cover
and a black Devil
Quant
je pense à toi
je me brûle
la tête
je me colle
le sexe
je me coupe
les lèvres
je me couds
les doigts
je me fends
la peau
Les Femmes
Portent la burqa
Et ne se mélangent
Pas
A vous de ponctuer
