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dormire
perchance da sognare,
della faccia del mio amore
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newtrip.livejournal.com
2000-12-01 12:28 am (UTC)
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sogni dolci ;-)
sono curiosa
debgirl001.livejournal.com
2000-12-01 01:11 am (UTC)
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chi e?
la faccia di tutto il mondo ? cambiato, poich? i ho sentito,il anima della i mi amore...
plural.livejournal.com
2000-12-01 01:57 am (UTC)
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essendo curioso mio caro,
ucciso il gatto
ed senza fortuna non avete
nove vite
a tempo la
chiarezza verr?
fino ad allora
i miei labbri sono sigillati,
e per favore scusi
il mio discorso scarso
mi soltanto viaggiatore senza formazione
i long for dreams of lemon sorbet for two.
puissance.livejournal.com
2000-12-01 02:07 pm (UTC)
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darkness is often light.
drowning my dreams in vichy water
and magnolias.
un sogno del limone sorbetto
plural.livejournal.com
2000-12-01 04:52 pm (UTC)
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I am seven
I sit in a bar
at the
jefferson hotel
alone
my short legs
dangle from
the bar stool
floating above
the burnished brass rail
a cracked and
wizened face
smiles from
behind the bar
tufts of white hair
burst wildly
from the sides of his head
tiny hands
clinging
to velvet stool
anticipating
perfection
and
in short order
it arrives
a sliver of a spoon
a smile breaking
accross my face
growing larger
reflecting
in the mirrored dish
the treasure cupped
gently in my hands
peering within
with reverence
two small
perfectly coifed
shells of lemon
sorbet
graced only with
three small mint leaves
divine perfection?
perhaps darling
it could be so
although
divine perfection
is always meant
for two
Re: and tafetta dresses.
puissance.livejournal.com
2000-12-01 05:29 pm (UTC)
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and the young girl
sitting in that same stool
seven years later
alone
this same man
grinning wildly at her
knowing secrets of fireflies
for what other way
is to be wizened?
studying the two lemon
shells, she carefully dips
the silver spoon in.
places the sliver of moon on her tongue.
she can taste the memories of
another before her.
divine perfection?
most certainly.
for this divine perfection was shared
with another.
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no subject
sono curiosa
la faccia di tutto il mondo ? cambiato, poich? i ho sentito,il anima della i mi amore...
ucciso il gatto
ed senza fortuna non avete
nove vite
a tempo la
chiarezza verr?
fino ad allora
i miei labbri sono sigillati,
e per favore scusi
il mio discorso scarso
mi soltanto viaggiatore senza formazione
i long for dreams of lemon sorbet for two.
drowning my dreams in vichy water
and magnolias.
un sogno del limone sorbetto
I sit in a bar
at the
jefferson hotel
alone
my short legs
dangle from
the bar stool
floating above
the burnished brass rail
a cracked and
wizened face
smiles from
behind the bar
tufts of white hair
burst wildly
from the sides of his head
tiny hands
clinging
to velvet stool
anticipating
perfection
and
in short order
it arrives
a sliver of a spoon
a smile breaking
accross my face
growing larger
reflecting
in the mirrored dish
the treasure cupped
gently in my hands
peering within
with reverence
two small
perfectly coifed
shells of lemon
sorbet
graced only with
three small mint leaves
divine perfection?
perhaps darling
it could be so
although
divine perfection
is always meant
for two
Re: and tafetta dresses.
sitting in that same stool
seven years later
alone
this same man
grinning wildly at her
knowing secrets of fireflies
for what other way
is to be wizened?
studying the two lemon
shells, she carefully dips
the silver spoon in.
places the sliver of moon on her tongue.
she can taste the memories of
another before her.
divine perfection?
most certainly.
for this divine perfection was shared
with another.