Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Rafael Alberti (1902-1999)

Naming The Dawn

 
(A embestidas suaves y rosas)
 

          With gentle red assaults, Dawn, I was granting you names:

Mistaken dream, Angel without exit, Falsehood of rain in the trees.
          At the edges of my soul, that recalls the rivers,
Indecisive, hesitant, still.
Spilt star, Confused light weeping, Glass without voice?
          No.
Error of snow in water, is your name.
 

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