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Sleep, moon, sleep ...

"Sleep, Moon, sleep
under a bridge, in the dark of night,
while the 'iceberg of my heart is breaking the sky

                                                 - unlikely waiter, abstract night bar -

which ordered two stars in sea crystals
to quench the light of my soul;
errant guilt,
the my cry for your silence;
I tried to cure my pain,
but my heart
shoulder cloth,
still sits in a 's waiting room,

; - arrivals and departures to and from Sweden -

waiting for a greeting never land ....
... say it now to that 'friend,
mysterious bridge between you and me,
explains her sense
your insistence
lightning broke in my life;
tell her what did you do with my words,
of my love,
of my insomnia,

; - a book as a refuge in the stroke of midnight -

of my being always
of your are, I'll be ... you are, you will ...;
look at her eyes
and empty on the table, pockets
and together with keys and cell
handfuls of time deposits
that I stole the moon
to illuminate your awakening,
torn to slivers of color 'dawn
to give you my soul

- ; rhymes good morning, good night, suffered rhymes, rhymes from the heart -

dictionaries of good words
I bought to give you a smile,
a small vial of tears
I do not ever asciugasti.

- not a word, a greeting. Nothing. -

Thank you, friend, I can not tell you,
in my pocket I just sediment lies
voices drowned in silence,
handfuls of ashes to be tightened;
look at the sky, never absent immensity ...
watching me, the sky,
collect dew while in a glass;
'll take to my heart,
stubborn homeless' s airport,
will quench your thirst;
the churn a caress,
will heat up.

's Dawn, meanwhile, tucks at night

; ; - Sleep, moon, sleep. -

Sabrina (05 May 2010)

near Alba .... from home 'album: "Heaven and landscapes close to home

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