Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Preview screening VI
L'INCONNUE DES VALSES
Your grave will buy us bread.
All kinds of pain.
As French is cheap.
And Red is FREE
I never could obtain
Its thanks in singing.
I ain’t a painter
yet your grey is green.
Your two are three.
My brain is swinging
as your river Seine
and lingering.
Your grave will eat its greed.
Its greatness.
Unconscious of grief
You’ll smile and smile again
yet water only grins
‘Good riddance’.
There’s nothing else to gain
In dance, in gratitude,
But tides and algae.
Its density, you, dunce,
Have never understood,
Not once.
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Muy interesante tu blog.
Saludos de este poeta en Madrid
Hello, Leo!
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