posted October 22, 2006 01:56 PM
The evening smells of crabs and molluscs,
the moon is a pale spot as a colour of cinnamon,
you took shoes for walks through dreams,
this street loves the rhythm of your steps.The wind is going through unknown words
asphalt is making love with your heels
it's too soft to stop you..
this night is full of your traces..
When you walk you don't loiter,
you don't touch the ground...
My bite stained on your shoulder like a sign,
my reflection stayed in your eyes like this night,
the kiss on the lips says my name...
On your low flight, graceful bird, touch me,
everything in the world should remind you of me,
there, high in the sky I'll always be watching you...
you'll fall down...
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Angels don't exist so you could break their wings!!!