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6 февраля 2018 (00:11:59) 194

I don`t care if I fall in love with a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell.

M/B/

5 февраля 2018 (00:28:19) 196

My tactic is to look at you

To learn how you are

Love you as you are

My tactic is to talk to you

And listen to you

And construct with words

An indestructible bridge

My tactic is to stay in your memory,

I don’t know how

Nor with what pretext

But stay within you

My tactic is to be honest

And know you are too

And that we don’t sell each other illusions

So that between us there is no curtain or abyss

My strategy instead is

Deeper and simpler.

My strategy is that some day

I don’t know how, nor with what pretext

That finally you need me.

E/D/

4 февраля 2018 (00:41:48) 191

The Soul selects her own Society --

Then — shuts the Door --

To her divine Majority --

Present no more --

Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing --

At her low Gate --

Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling

Upon her Mat --

I've known her — from an ample nation --

Choose оne --

Then — close the Valves of her attention --

Like Stone --

C/B/

4 февраля 2018 (00:40:02) 196

He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.

S/S/

1 февраля 2018 (01:28:06) 224

My head is filled with ruins

Most of them are built with you

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? оnly this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.