Michael, when you toss a handful of sand to fall upon the tepid sea foam, do you ever imagine each grain a day? Or when turning pages of a favorite novel you crave to finish but never end, does that unturned prose you cradle remind you your own is more feather than stone? Every morning […]
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Milk spills Tears splatter, provoked by dead silence I grasp your carousel’s brass ring: fire works.
We two voyagers stamp tickets to frolic in the sunLight dribbles in beads into our outstretched eyes taking flightHands clasped as laughing children, we pass into the gardenIts orchestra of scents: roses, violets, lavenderNectar explodes on tongues beckoning. Carnaval floats glow.Ears bent to harp strings plucked, we stagger, levitate, and danceUntil arriving cliffside to melt
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Bottle of Claret for you if I had realized…Well, do it next time.I forgot about it, George, I’m sorry.Will you forgive me?Yes.Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, numberThen there’s this Welsh Rarebit wearing
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Wazimbo’s “Nwahulwana” Found this on a German site: Warum wanderst du von Bar zu Bar? (“Why do you wander from bar to bar?”) So, the first time I heard this I thought I recognized some Portuguese, but it’s illusory; the language is actually Ronga. I suppose it was just the echoes of Brazilian music. I