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O Meu Dicionário: Maio 2006
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Espremer-lhes a alma · Sugar-lhes o som · Palavras · Apenas letras que dançam em torno de letras · E se chocam em sons com sentido. Terça-feira, maio 30, 2006. Sexta-feira, maio 05, 2006. As·sim não. Sabes que não era as·sim. Era um não, um talvez, nunca um sim, eu sei, mas as·sim não. As·sim, no silêncio, eu gasto-me e perco o sentido. Deixaste-me as·sim. Sem sim, nem não. Quero-te azul como a paz que me invade quando te vestes de mim. A Julgar pelas Aparências. A Vida em XL. Um dia de cada vez.
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, November 11, 2007. Katherine. Lathe on which my dreams spin. Antimatter to the mundane. I can’t refrain from your. Touch, unraveling to your flow, rushing so slow. Holding my universe in check with such. Ease, baby please - take me into your chamber of sin! Raise your skirt higher for I crave your flesh. Incessantly. Dear demise of reality, you’re a. Necessity in all my life - kiss away my strife and. May 17 - May 24.
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, December 02, 2007. Your voice skims over the buoyant breeze. Coy and lilting, pure currents of passion. Whistling through my heart’s flute. In fields of lavender where dreams of splendor. Shine bright. With satin shoulders praising the sun. You hurtle through purple, me in swift pursuit. You call my name unsparingly. Careless and free, striking with abandon. The broken chords that bled me dry. Secret Truths Of The Heart.
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, March 16, 2008. How unreasonable am I to expect. Words to spring from foolish pages and dance. To the haunting melodies you breathed. Into this stately library? Nothing that I’ve said ever matched a touch. To your satin cheeks. I can paint a kiss there. And a volume somewhere will crumble. Into wooden dust and acid. My stories grow anemic when you. Steal my senses, dissolve my tenses into. Now and ever after. August 26...
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Wednesday, November 07, 2007. She kneels beside the running stream. Weaving baskets from the autumn reeds. Another time, not long ago. We sat together on the moonlit beach. Why do you ask? She has to linger in the bitter cold. Why do you doubt? She sets them off between the drunken stars. Baskets of flowers and tears. You bleed those evergreen fears. I am the spectre by your side. Floating to some other land. Why do you ask?
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, January 27, 2008. I remembered you in a dream,. How you overwhelmed me under the moon. Half drowned and convulsing, my body. A twisted bouquet of raw nerves,. Touched and stroked to feverish frenzy; my eyes thirstily. Drinking in your writhing form, your taut frame. Arched like a drenched question mark,. You meant to grind out the question: why? I answered strangely, in a whisper of a groan,. I miss you so much, dear.
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Monday, November 26, 2007. Imagining again my plight,. Again in moonless night. Moonless I say,. Is only true for today. Now that you came back from afar,. Look," I pointed and you looked at the shooting star,. Unto you I took a step closer,. Very gently, I whispered into your ear,. Every moment, I wish you are here, my dear.". A poem by LHZ. Labels: Love Passion Romance. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Players and The Game.
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, October 14, 2007. When I am taken,. The morning rays will still slice. Through tangled locks to fall. Onto your fluttering eyelids. Revealing fiery crystal browns. Your delicate lips will still part. For a waking breath, warm and deep,. Welcoming another day of strength. Your heart will still beat. For me no longer, but slower. And stronger with a peaking firmness. To clench and crush the void. To the moon and back.
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, September 02, 2007. Starlight and thoughts of you pour through. Windows from dreams of me and you. Your bite on my shoulder – a slow shiver. The scent of your hair intrudes, fierce and bright. And I glimpse waves slip past the corner. Of sight, unlocking a moonlit memory. Languishing in darkness, watching your body. Every nerve screaming for you, my strength wavers. Something tears within: heart’s twisted fibers. June ...
