Photographs of Thoughts

In the dream

Did I kiss her,
stopping a grain
weather
and sculpting
in body and heart.

A kiss
with open eyes,
the first,
the last,
the only one.

Fell the hourglass
shattering the soil,
releasing the time,

Waking
I found
new scar
on the skin
at heart,
time of a grain
more 'heavy.

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2 Comments

• Chao wrote:

  January 22, 2010 at 21:01

  A new definition of kiss? Not only pink apostrophe between the words "t 'love', but also grain of time stopped and carved in the heart ...
  I like the idea of ​​a single kiss that is, I like your eyes open awareness (although not suggest abandonment), I like the view that it is (unfortunately) only a speck of time, infinitely small space.

  Was it a dream? ...

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• Chao wrote:

  February 3rd, 2010 at 13:38

  ..... .... The kiss is the sweetest spontaneous show of affection and tenderness.
  It gives you irresistible to children, the ripping the puppies ... and the women whom you love.
  The kiss is also the beginning of stories. There is always the beginning.
  Then you lose or you lose the passion and the kiss becomes habit ...
  Perhaps you can find a new love for the sweetness of a kiss.

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