Monday, February 22, 2010

Make Hummus Kitchen Aid Mixer

Variations on a Theme of love (6)

6.


Salua I love.

And though I know it can not be happy forever

for the world and death always come with it;

also know

-and promise-

I will leave the body

and every moment of my life

in the daily battle because you're happy.


I'll have these words,

only words

is indelibly

in the course of time

without end.


I'll have your name and my

love you, Salua,

last longer than the body,

more than the world

and death .


no end

Salua love you,

eternal variation on a theme love

which never ends.


Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Samsung Ml1610 Toner Save Disable

Variations on a Theme of love (5)

5. words. Say they are words and nothing else. That words do not change the world. I know even earlier start to write. I know what you'll say a month ago, before lifting the pen I knew you'd say that phrase tender fatal.

dream that I am, at the same time here and there. Here, in front of the notebook, but there, in front of you, with the book between us. I write while I tell you that everything is your fault and you dream precedes or follows you, defying time. Challenge also to space, because I am everywhere, I'm in the letters, and in the future in front of you with a history behind him, but I am here, looking furtively to the left to spy on your face, your arm, your hand, which I also write. They are just words, you mean. Here, then, but now also from the beginning, thinking of you, my dreams die. Words. It will dry the ink. Close my eyes and I'll see you hurt from the rest of life, and without resignation because I know they tell the truth. They are just words. And words do not change the world. But I have no other tools or other weapons, only letters and words to change the world to say do not go. Nothing more I can offer, I have nothing else to remind you or make you part of me. You say they are words and nothing else. Tell the truth. Endless sunsets will come after those who think of you and say your name. And your name is no longer yours but mine, so it will be just a word. Remember your name and perhaps, in dreams, your smile. Remember I saw wounded and resigned from possible. Take your sign marked on the soul, the invisible traces, painful, what is not might be. Say they are words. See you from hurt. I know, I've known forever. But keep me and not say compassion. If you have to go, whether in silence after these lines, let your memory as you want to leave me something in your life, dream and real, let your smile, your face to smile about, let the sky on your skin. These words, you mean. And it's true. But do not say please. Not to say that when you close your eyes and get lost in my words convince me say something and also have their truth. Are words, but do not tell, for closing the eyes do not remember that one evening I saw you leave, injured for life.

will say they are words. I know. And yet, against all hope, I hope. And dare I ask you not to say it, to beg you will not. That streets. Or to cry only a little, just enough. Or smile and hand me shopping like a dream. And if that's a dream, never wake up or if I'm awake, not sleep again. These are the words "I will not, dear. Anything but that. I do not want to see you leave before you have written your name at least one first endless. Do not go, like boats and omens. I do not want to leave without seeing you when I say that I love you once and without end.