Thursday, June 14, 2007

LEARNING


The cold bed

the wet window

by drops of dew and ice

Yoour smile

is a line in my memory


I don't forget


Your lips were two books

that taught me

to say the word love

because the word solitude

i learn it later

as the words dawn and silence.


My name doesn't matter

I am fraud of illusions

I only play with reality

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