Endometriosis Cancer More Condition_symptoms

Mercury.

The last couple of tears knotted,
remember it well,
drops of blood were authentic
flashes from the pupils.


fell like mercury in my thermometer broke,
tried in vain, I pointed the cold tiles on

but made fun of me,
agile, grinning.

Last growl,
(the first cry)
vivid echoes, echoes
footnote hottest
of your voice

want to hear a song?

want to hear?
want?
..
..

Want to know my name?
want a Christmas present?
want .. can you stay?

The last blackout generates
ancora_ora
shock
and magnetic storms
rippling hair
driving psyche into a frenzy.

Sai
life
death
?

Sai
finally

crazy?

Mao Saitolesbian Enlightenment

Burgos - (Cristina Bove)

The night of the eclipse
nell'affondo tangible gesture
already tended to disappear
she had the eyes of poetry
and could not live and die
in vacant rooms

were a thousand echoes of other sounds
words piled
s_finite card
no longer seemed to belong
the myth or dream.

and when the storyteller
the capsized as an hourglass
sand choked and tears the paper
the woman pointed the finger
altar glass
and wrote his silence

(CRI)

and sang a lullaby without t_ermine
muted, swung helpless
iodine and tidal breathing
denying the eardrum
that stunned blooded ..

and bound origami
impossible as yet to sink nails
phalanges, wrists and arms
the waves of a sun
blinding .. and lost
every light, every grain black
elusive
the clique 'that' his glass
bare fainted

but gained
membership
the most precious
this time

living in itself.

(Dusch)

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the day and night.

Dream a while,
moons and suns eclipse
perpetual
perennial
because
under their skies
stormy seas

shipwrecked pirates and cannons and flags

sirens,
islands of silver.

dream of a warm side,
and face streaked
black light to drink
close of the will-power-stroke

the source, the pure
tan than nothing
intoxication
cliff overlooking the launch
summer rain from drowning
for us, full of sense and logic,
drums and melody magic.

Dream the second
hopes of remembering
I
caught between the escape
of my days with the eternal
petal
(sap memories)
waiting
the collective madness

when all the gears
live

time
a
world.

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Braille.

I proceed dusk
one foot forward to another
reverse memory
that pitch shrimp
traces the coast
hopping.

Specchia the sunset over the water, as
swarovski multiplies only
horizons, directions, age.
Tremula sight.
Among the branches of pine trees, guarding,
peaceful chirping of nests.
warm sand and sticks, strainers
in what remains a
eternal day.

Slow? Sit back?
Questions. Answers? None.
only echo of thought
wheezing among tangles of hair
broken neck and a compass.

look back? Look?
Gather pearls howling
not love her more and put in place, such as mussels
appetizing
waiting on the rocks
dinner.

Shout to the wind because my
and curse the moon and the stars all
and pour the dark silver
on cheeks and breasts
in heavy drops without sleep.

remember your smile.

And then read braille
embroidery shells
look for tracks, future appearances
funds in abandoned bottles

And then write rippling waves
between your fingers the oil, salt
on cuts to scar, as

indelible emblem of the deepest abyss
of the most burning love.

Cataract More Condition_symptoms

I said. A moment of

(Moonchild - King Crimson)

times I said remains, and everything changed.
The frost on the run from the sun at dawn,
I crossed the darkness of that night spent dancing
among the stars.
Light.
time of a flight, just the first moment of the dream.
was like bouncing on the moon, zero .. zero gravity ....

I can not sleep
feeling of lump in throat
someone cries in the night.
his feet out of bed in the room

over the last rung of the ladder
his head bent down

fear becomes a shame for the daughter I never had.
holds out his arms in the dark

welcome a head of curls
lurks on the shoulder
Back to sleep. His ear

listen to my heart and brings its
drumming my
the same breath of bellows
the daughter I never had
enter

in our world for the time of a zero gravity flight
hours.

(Falco)

was a case, or intention.
- I might even sleep here. -
Chameleons
in gallop and peace, in prosperity

suspended for closeness,
freedom,
separate union .... breath.
time sharpening my feelings,
feel tomorrow, I sense the possibility
unnecessary.
I said never, I said maybe, and probably always
.
run away, deny,
words remain
gestures, can explain the absurd
ashamed of the appearance.
left me wondering
flying solo, I was hoping, instead
.. sole is my sky
other day. Sharpen
this fleeting feeling, it yourself
talk and dance, still and silent
sway souls, not oppose
reason. Surrounded by an intention

rocked by an iceberg and
I could never be.
wished not wake up, do not say goodbye ..
not to leave.
wished the eternal moment of unrepeatable
nothing in
derives all
in the perfection of divine madness.

remember something someone said to me ..
started walking ..
to run behind my carpe diem
who was playing hide and seek
the keyhole.
suggested, sometimes, yes .. no,
puzzled mah .. boh, when
settle for a face
port.
Fleeting .. was.
Free .. loved.
Ourselves disbelief.
Avalanche
dumb questions and a beat and upbeat.
I'd settle for a sound, from his fingers
memory.
Memory. I was in our darkness.
And I flew.
Since those born in the clouds
hair and knew the black and white sugar
bitter air
rice for the evening wind.
dance, a bonfire on the moon, notes

dream of the stars nearer,
set and stood in their
friccichìo perennial.

Phoenicians, now lives
lapping ashes
someone would rummage through the waste.
typos.

date back hours of darkness, to shoulder
nests where I can be, even where
tired .. we are, we find ourselves lost
though. I could also

..

crazy ".. waiting

the smile of my sun."
(Dusch)