Wednesday, June 9, 2010

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Shadow masterpiece


Green, I love green. Green
wind. Green branches.
The
ship on the sea and the horse on the mountain.
With the shadow
at the waist she dreams on her balcony,
green flesh, green hair,
with eyes of cold silver.
Close you

my eyes the shadow
season
I'll take the white day,
and my soul can unleash this time
its longing sighs;
but not in these other hand, on the bank, will
memory, where burned:
swim knows my name cold water, and waste
severe a law. Soul
a god confined, veins
blazing fire have given
marrow to gloriously burned,
your body will not care;
be ash, but will make sense;
dust will be, but love dust.

That wreath! Soon! I'm dying! Weave
fast! Sing! Groans! Sing!
the shadow clouds my throat
and over a thousand light coming January.

Far hides eternity!
What is this Shadow, this mystery?
The most sacred book!

Great men have come from dire times, with its dark agonies,
pleading, questioning, uncertain.
The inexpressible ferocity of
dumb spirit clings to you.

By day solitary and silent night, you spend
, eternal shadow,
with a finger on his lips.

In all, you yourself, shadow enigmatic

and have dreams about a foot of water is life.

Oh dark night. I'm not expecting anything.
Loneliness lies your way. Queen
mere shadow quiet.

Curious
the shadow
and cowed by the threat of dawn
relived the terrible guess
of Schopenhauer and Berkeley
stating that the world
is an activity of mind, a dream
of souls,
without foundation or purpose or volume.

already formidable and frightening sounds,
within the heart, the last day and last hour
, black and cold
approaches, fear and shadows full.

Blind, asked that he saw the light.
then was serene,

the clean glass to your mouth cold, pure

shadow - oh, pure shadow ! - Full.



From shadow come and shade
return, the shadow is our home.



You wanted to die entirely,
meat and great soul. You wanted

into the other shadow without the sad

timid prayer and suffering.


enjoys
neck, hair, lip and forehead,
before it was in your golden years golden
, lily, carnation, glittering crystal, silver
not only truncated or violates
becomes, the more you and this
together ground, smoke, dust, shadow , nothing.



Green, I love green.
Under the gypsy moon, all things are

looking and she can not see them. Green

I want you green.
frosted stars,

come with the fish of shadow

that opens the road of dawn.

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