April 2012
40 posts
real perfection isn’t styled. It just happens.
If YouForget Me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,...
Its not lying, its flirting
We’re just fragile machines programmed with a false sense of our own...
This is the only time you’re allowed to lie
Seduction is a dark art. Its secrets come with a price and we are all paying it
Love is a velvet prison
– Strauss