segunda-feira, 28 de julho de 2008

hand in heart


A postcard from purgatory...

Strange boat sirens born on the horizon...
Echoes of regreats...
Tangos danced with "God knows who..."...
Accordeonistic tears...
Holistic spells...
Dismembering truckle beds...

I'm waiting for the call...
Miraculous void call...

Can you imagine a grape without the skin?
Will you be patient to taste the pulp? Only the pulp?

Never forget the seeds inside...
Although humans are now planting grapes without seeds...
Are humans becomming grapes without seeds?
Can you feel your seed?! your field? your wind?
Can you feel the pleasure?

Although dying and reborning...
Your seeds will always be the same...

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