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2018-07-01 21:15:55

    I want you to know one thing.

    You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

    Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.

    If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

    If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.

    But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

    Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me

    I can’t understand
    Please, forgive m
    you anymore, your hand
    Look at us,
    is so cold, no you
    are perfect for each oth
    don’t care anymore; one two
    you’re not just an
    three, four or five, have you
    You’re my ev
    had a few?
    s nothing
    I know they are fucking hard, goodbyes;
    so beautiful
    like you.
    but I just can’t stand your lies.

    the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.

    there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.

    nobody ever finds the one.

    the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill

    nothing else fills.

    Charles Bukowski -Alone With Everybody

    You have always spoke of finding comfort in my body, and defining safety within the confines of my body. You told me of the ways that you wished to love me, and I thought to know nothing but truth when it came to you. But now you are with me; my presence is within your reach. Your fingers do not find me, and your love is not deep.

    humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars :~)


    Take me back to the time when you still loved me.  We walked amongst the snow covered streets, gloves on our hands and forever on our minds.  I remember you asking me what my idea of the perfect day would be, and all I could muster up to say was “this”, but  looking back now I wish I would have told you that nothing would compare to the way snowflakes tasted on your lips.