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Romi Schnider posted a blog postI've never told you
if you haven’t been around me,
my heart would stop beating.
My heart would turn into
a rusty silent bell
hanging on a God's forgotten belfry.
I've never told you …
Posted on May 18, 2012 at 10:48
The spades are digging grave for me,
on their own because the gravedigger's crying.
And Time is getting on in crazy gallop
to you, Death.
I wonder if the silly boys
Who I have ever loved
Will throw crumbly soil on top of my grave
Or will please the jagged spades,
before offering to them new graves.
I wonder if my children will
Be able to partition the…
Posted on May 1, 2012 at 10:14
Before you dive into the human chaos,
inhale deeply
using the full capacity of your lungs.
Blow them up like two balloons –
almost to a point of bursting.
In case you run out of breath –
in your journey into the depths
allow more oxygen through the…
Posted on April 3, 2012 at 11:39 — 2 Comments
I want to say something so nice to you
that I myself can believe in.
Together,
we can cover the face of the Moon
with black wax
and
make love in the deepest possible night ...
and your hands will be tied in a knot
around me.
Hold me tight in your warm embrace
and
let fragrant purple irises burst in flowers,
let the pale constellations get drunk
and
lose control over our destinies.
White owl arching huge eyebrows…
Posted on February 9, 2012 at 15:45 — 5 Comments
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