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Entombed by winter

Buried
winter I look at the snow beneath which lie
with empty eyes Losing life, memories of the last ice plant
Images
days disgusting body forces hanged without showing me the streets of the ill fate

Recalling desolation, no one cried my death The acrid taste
decomposition takes away my breath
My purple lips covered with frost The paleness of those walls
is lost ...
E 'fucking lost The winter gets cold


brings me within the framework of sand and old
The silence in me ... Death
please deliver

Falling on my buried coffin the snow freezes
my last smile
And the tears are crystallized But the pain remains


building inside me, cold and dead My body lies
underground
A withered flower falls on me
on the ice of my grave Buried

winter ...

Memoirs of life, moments lost in my mind
Years of forgotten existence, so far away hours
Dusty casings buried by photographs
years Tell me who are
Tell me how to see my dawn ...
Tomorrow ...

born to fight and suffer?
Happiness is a bit 'short
Where we forget to be human
Hate is just a waste of time
The cold is growing, end of days
Take my body and take me away
far away from this tomb of ice
We enjoy these moments of inhumanity
Before we take away our dreams ...

Buried winter

Forgotten Tomb

Red Hot Swollen Elbow

Paddling Norway 2011



I wanted to warn fans
skin on frame, which is organizing the shipment Anders Thygesen, a manufacturer Norwegian sof,
The company will be to travel the 3000 km. the Norwegian coast in boats baidarka, constructed using the traditional method,
, I think, this is the first shipment, so challenging and long, aboard baidarka skin on frame,
In his blog http://kajakkspesialisten.blogspot. com / you can follow all stages of shipment, the idea of \u200b\u200bthe project, the construction of boats, equipment to carry, the conditions of trim of the boat fully loaded, from training and the type of clothing to use, in short, everything to be ready in September 2011 for the start,

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know where rainbows go to die

On the death of Bob Kaufman

know where rainbows go to die
I followed your footsteps
through a strange land where the sighs unexplored
silver
tried to hide in the shadows and skies of dementia
oboe
together we walked through a city of green hallucinatory tale

of words and exhausted
thousand nights when your flaming

suffering heart was beating his bones
in time with the sounds of birds
bright neon road schemes are murdered

I was there and I saw your love proclaimed

broken into a smile as printed in yesterday's headlines
blood on the wings of a bumblebee and yes

take your eyes
January 12
dawn rose
singing the blues

defeated the calendar before the face of that Sunday
injury and even redwoods wept
your
passage but no bell sounded in the depths of winter
the snail snarled
clock or anus
roses
grew from the tail of a comet, only rusted
a starfish wool
wandered on the beach of the planets
stolen when a lizard tattooed
lost her dress echoes
cool while you dance with the great king of Harlem
along the alleys of
paradise into a blaze of flaming umbrellas

remember where the posts were leaning
antique dealers selling their bags and dreams of twenty-dollar
needy

poet and I saw you buy the truth
in a red balloon and as
a legendary alchemist
you cooked the blood of the stars but instead of death

ricavasti music from your spoon

Martin Matz

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condemns suicide

And as soon as I began to be able to speak, said, "Please, venerable and great father, because this is life, I feel like the African saying, why delay on this earth, why not me I hasten to come here from you? ". "Not so," he said. "For if that God, in infinite space is all that you see, you do not have the body released from these constraints, it is impossible for you to open access to up here. For men were created with this task, to guard that globe that you see in the center of this area which is called earth, and these were given the soul from those eternal fires which you call stars and stars, such as, spherical, round, animated by a divine spirit, set out on their round trip with extraordinary speed. So you, Publius, and all the pious, you have to keep the soul in the prison of the body or without the consent of the person from whom you have been given, you need to migrate from human life does not seem to have discourse on human task assigned by God .

Cicero