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Implantation Bleeding Ever Have Tissue
Now that you go
Now that you go and take the child
that saw the light in the shadow of that plane
a day that sounded trumpets, flashing weapons
sweaty horses and bent down to lick
the green surface
water in the pit with wet nostrils.
The olive trees with the wrinkles of our fathers
rocks with the wisdom of our fathers
and blood, live on the ground, his brother's joy
were substantial, safe condition for
souls who knew their prayers.
Now that you're gone, now that the day dawns
the statement, now that no one knows
anyone who kills or how it will end,
and take the child who was born
under the leaves of that plane and teach him how to interrogate
the trees.
I let go a huge river in between my toes
without drinking a drop, and regret it.
Now I sink into the stone. A small pine
on clay is my only company.
Everything I loved was lost with the houses that
were new last summer and the autumn wind has ruined.
George Seferiadis 
Now that you go and take the child
that saw the light in the shadow of that plane
a day that sounded trumpets, flashing weapons
sweaty horses and bent down to lick
the green surface
water in the pit with wet nostrils.
The olive trees with the wrinkles of our fathers
rocks with the wisdom of our fathers
and blood, live on the ground, his brother's joy
were substantial, safe condition for
souls who knew their prayers.
Now that you're gone, now that the day dawns
the statement, now that no one knows
anyone who kills or how it will end,
and take the child who was born
under the leaves of that plane and teach him how to interrogate
the trees.
I let go a huge river in between my toes
without drinking a drop, and regret it.
Now I sink into the stone. A small pine
on clay is my only company.
Everything I loved was lost with the houses that
were new last summer and the autumn wind has ruined.
George Seferiadis
Monday, March 9, 2009
Forgetting To File Weekly Certification
From "Craft live "by Cesare Pavese
The pain is not a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God's pain is something bestial and ferocious, potty and free, natural as air. It is intangible, it escapes every outlet and every fight, he lives in time, is the same as the time and if he gasps and cries of, only to leave them better helpless sufferers, in the moments that follow, in the long moments where you savor the agony the past and expects the next. These jerks are not the pain itself, are moments of vitality invented by the nerves to feel the real pain duration, duration tedious, exasperating, time-of endless pain. Those suffering is always in a state of waiting - waiting and waiting for the leap forward on the path. There comes a time that cries unnecessarily just to break the current time, but feel that something happens, that brutal pain of eternal life is a moment stopped-even to intensify. Sometimes one suspects that the death - hell-still consist of the flow of a pain without surprises, no voice, no seconds, all of the time and all eternity, unending as the flow of blood in a body that will never die again.
September-October 1944 
The pain is not a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God's pain is something bestial and ferocious, potty and free, natural as air. It is intangible, it escapes every outlet and every fight, he lives in time, is the same as the time and if he gasps and cries of, only to leave them better helpless sufferers, in the moments that follow, in the long moments where you savor the agony the past and expects the next. These jerks are not the pain itself, are moments of vitality invented by the nerves to feel the real pain duration, duration tedious, exasperating, time-of endless pain. Those suffering is always in a state of waiting - waiting and waiting for the leap forward on the path. There comes a time that cries unnecessarily just to break the current time, but feel that something happens, that brutal pain of eternal life is a moment stopped-even to intensify. Sometimes one suspects that the death - hell-still consist of the flow of a pain without surprises, no voice, no seconds, all of the time and all eternity, unending as the flow of blood in a body that will never die again.
September-October 1944
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Higher Attack Pokemondeluge
BREL 3: La chanson des vieux amants
"It took talent to be old without adult
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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