Words For Funeral Flowers?

now Forgot

Sentís flame that burns, mouth
red wine,
the need to wrap your hands and wrap hugging
in the hands that hold you.
I have drawn in your eyes the orange walls,
the magic in my collar and the hem of your dress
The enjoyment of silence, the silence himself
that life after life, has always been here
scrutinizing the nebulous dreams,
the joys and revenge of the time,
the melancholy and passion. Your

always intense flavors,
become entangled in the images of freedom,
film to tape that runs continuously.
is life, that never stands still ...

pottery In the vast universe
breaks a piece
is mixed with other
and becomes a new part. So
evolution is to be present,
live in a state of being
or in the past or the future,
at all, that's what goes. So you listen

images on the cobblestones,
letting the current take you,
learning the unlearned,
taking care of your flower, becoming
cleaning the moment
boxes and wall painting, dusting
to fantasy
again mixing colors in this painting giant

than the past that no longer is, nor the future
not

get your kiss is the game that runs
My hug your back
hands playing with
hands and desire silence
Laughter breaks out at night now is the



That's how I like living.
That's when I like to see


now
In


Photo: Kari for "Girls of the Friday"

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