I was the height of a folio, my bed just. Backed on the bookcases sombre Babel,. Everything, Latin ashes, Greek dust. Was born on December 8, 1943, had 27 years and died on July 3, 1971. Poems were written mainly in English language. No more info about this member.

A poem a day for 365 days. There is skin we share, humans and animals. Planets and molecules, forces hardened. By looking at them under a microscope. Or wading into knee-high night water. You are the wings that fly me from bad dreams into good,. Crumpler of forgettable days and clarifier of. Sentences, maps and butter. It craves sinews and pumping. Blood and belonging, as souls do. We are closer than splinters.

Para refletir, amar, sonhar, desejar e tambem para dar boas risadas. Segunda-feira, 2 de junho de 2014. NIKKA COSTA-Tradução e legenda por felipe jacy. Terça-feira, 27 de maio de 2014. Ah, que friozinho gostoso pra ficar agarradinho com você, ver um filme, tomar alguma coisa quente, ficar junto debaixo das cobertas, se abraçar, se beijar, se amar. Ah que vontade de você. Que vontade é essa de ficar com você, de ter você perto de mim, de ter você só pra mim.

Bible Verse of the Day. Victor Knowles - Monday, March 10, 2014.

Monday, June 6, 2011. Through the muddle of too much vodka. Across the tumultuous Mississippi River,. The multicolored bulbs along the docks with. Neon extolling catfish and fried pickles,. And I recall the sun biting into the horizon. And odd pairs of lights nipping at each other. Hurriedly on the bridge that always scared. The crap out of me whenever I had to cross it. I remember the dissonant hum of cicadas. Clinging to cypress trees, and the sultry.