Poetry Blog by Brutus Paulinus
we run
the ambition when we
started the race; the gallops and
one more breath; escaped
(
and we felt young again
pushing the threshold
of an imaginary battle
)
against the unreachable sunset
that tainted; in red the salty droplet
smashing against; the gravel
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 1:34 pm
Spring
Unknowingly you woke up this morning to
Sunday 4th March 2012 11:50 am
In Este
Monday 20th February 2012 11:04 pm
Connections
I like the moment when my hand
opens up a window to the unknown
polar winds, a vintage of lifetimes and stories,
now caressing my combusting skin.
For an instant, we are sand: constrained and
docile to the invisibility of our surroundings.
A neon moon brings me in touch with my
most primitive instincts: claiming ownership of
the next wrong step and a turn that is a season too late.
Cha cha cha... Your h...
Wednesday 8th February 2012 11:44 pm
A distant Memory
a smear on my screen
secretly opening up a door
to the unknown universe
that you now inhabit.
I feel astray and distant
from a future,
that never
came
to
be.
My remembrances of us are
so unlike the motionless
image flickering on my screen:
constantly metamorphosing,
from perfection to a man
living in the delicate body of
a woman.
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Monday 30th January 2012 10:42 pm
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