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SONNET  XXIV

Mine eye play’d the painter and hath stell’d

Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart,

My body is the frame wherein ‘t is held,

And perspective it is best Painter’s art.

For though the Painter must you see his skill,

To find where your true Image pictu’d lies,

Which in my bosom’s shop is hanging still,

That harth his windows glazed with thine eyes:

Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done,

Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me

Are windows to my breast, where-though the Sun

Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee.

Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,

They drawn but what they see, know not the heart.

Love, Revelation

David Crosby, Cowboy movie

Nick Drake, Pink moon

Tim Hardin, First love song

Syd Barrett, Terrapin

Beatles, Why don’t we do it in the road?

walking

walking

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the magic is yours

my passage is flowers and windows

we have promises, we have miracles

I lay my head

on your skin and pale

a common pure sonnet, a Debussy’s composition

barefoot, solar plexus

dallas

dallas

 

 

 

we’re loving each others forever

half in time with disorder and readings

and chopping kisses for cherries

and miracles in sweetie lies

such a theme of dusty

occupations all around

sucking precious hours

in love affairs we are just segments

never for the entire space

we are goods, letters, parcels

delivered somewhere

and loved to be loved

and never get lost

sycomors are so far so simple

courtesy

courtesy

 

 

 

There are so many things I’m flirting with

oh please, don’t gamble a penny

for my wicked bones and bloody flash

now heart is the real pun

it fondles me everytime I know

don’t gamble for me if

out of the blue I open

some doors in front of cute desires

clumps of grass

dream-like

 

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we are almost here

with a short luggage

every day is a possible journey

I was born close enough

I grew up far enough

my story is a face

a promenade and different light

daydream daydream

melancholy is a snake since

when I was four and usually

I drew all my skies in black

a duckling as I am since then

in order to become and pay some rent

once I am a shining glass

once I am a prayer lost

so now I left the radio station

missing all the music I was in commotion with

and the microphone,ferryboat for ideas

may I ever loose this world

the beauty inside

dripping circumstances

the musical response

connected with poetry

I put all these raw materials

in the suitcase together with

the mood and its variations

and now I’m writing my novel

the last chapter is going to be over

lungs and eyelids and lies

 flashing variations mood

I should keep the beat

if I stay or if I go

staring through the window 

rest on the balcony

rest on the balcony

 

one step beyond,another orchid

close at hands bread and cups

pink dye red dye purple dye

do you look for a new dress

warming up legs and ears

one step beyond, across a lattice window

flowers talk about sleepy islands

as blessed fire as lighter skin as foolish streets

wet ground or boiling soup

a woman phones up a man crying

moss on he walls and fags all around

the elegance of the day still coming

the curfew too along the courtyard bike

one step beyond, walking audience we are

as pushchairs on show

nearby

casine

 

 

this train cradles, honey,

like a nest like a music

and the equinox is greating

to the head of a new way

a new mood since when

I’ve been waiting one step over

I’ve been meandering

I’ve been so long

stranger than a garnet in the sand

time, honey, is just an occupation

a further agreement

some following clinks on the table

in hight contrast in low contrast

in special sweet rooms, houses.

 

red, ten

red, ten

a new line is mind-off

regrets no more

you need strokes and linen

you need all your people

tonight disorientated as you are

black mistakes fill the diary up

so heavy they are

dangling and disturbing

anything but an offer for some whims

where usually you plait

a loving strand of life

table lamp in front of the church

table lamp in front of the church

and so, dear of mine

my life is a slide-show

so unreal at the time so exausted

like 4 hours to be lived

and 5 minutes sucking and collapsing

heart circumference and mind one

holy circumstances such a strange feeling

devouring rapide stars

tonight I dress in white

the purity I refuse

 

 

imm023(water in s.m.novella downstairs)

a decade

we carried on with fancy

 mistakes we watched

we stared at bubbles flown here and there

puppets we saw

in brief no thing alters

now simply

we take our directions, our time

to become dissident

and doors have to fall down

finally

a day not so late