All we are saying is, give peace a chance
translation of poem by renato flief
If the roses, the red roses
Really bleed into the gardens
With their colors and non-colors
Their perfumes
Imported with pigments,
The flowers, with their shapes and faces
Orderly, perfumes,
Their perfumes
Horizontal the scars
That if opened in the soft earth
The gardens bleed jasmine
With their perfumes
Green, and white, and detailed
Insects with their perfumes
The scents, the scents of the earth
Of its blood running, sprouting
Oh, the movement of blood
Sweet, this taste for blood
Exhale your perfumes
Into these insects without wings
Plant your flesh
Shrouded
Tired
Perfume
Vile
Inspire Red
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1 comment:
imerse into your deeply kind heart and love, thank you always for all your suport and pacient with you lazy poet hehehe, every step i do it is to be close, more close to you my geisha, sweet dreams darling
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