Sunday, September 13, 2009

Triple Beam Balance Practice Problems

12 09 09

And tomorrow has already arrived.
disappointment with the sun rising, not cozy alcove

m'accoglie still dormant, and the wind on the leaves

is an eternal effort
never satisfied:
the disgust of a fictitious bulimia,
of a poem which seems written in hospice.

Breath
enemy on my face that amazed

do not realize that the account was made.
The gravitational weight of despair
gravity on me, surrounded by strangers

languages \u200b\u200bthan ever to remain silent
but remain mute, and
seems so absurd, and health.

The desire to be lost every light
brings me to the choice of not choosing
as hath been torn up all hope, while
crumble in moments

me still standing and now too far away.

And maybe it's hard, maybe the cure is

this fear of your figure, and this heat

I soil, in every part of me.
But it is not so lowly
I do not want to dry these tears, I'm afraid to show

in the silence of your words, when the end has run
shown again,
the sun ...

C.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Brazilian Wax Elkhart,in



Silence never scratched, but only covered with rock 'n grill, overnight, learn from the death of peace and tranquility, and learn from life a run for daily vitality ...
rush a little on the way to heaven ash, burnt wood and smoke up the chimney, the road for the winter is yet to begin, when the eternal turning is still the thought that with a drop, with or without a peaceful, gives a little 'rainbow. An architect who does not know it draws the curve, I, I pay his skill, I wonder if a reason, if one exists. It matters little, in front of the event, which is the cause, if not surprising, perhaps is a consequence. I speak not alone, helpless under the blanket of stars, preferring only the croaking of frogs audir nell'afosa evening when the barking, which differs from the song of Orpheus, breaks the sleep, even the most plebeian, compromising 'the delight of Morpheus. But what does it matter to strange gods of other worlds? What matters is that even the blade sank into the night, full of quiet thoughts, to which all power is given, including of non-interference, including that of knowing how to rock, including that of knowing how to listen, to console. Including that of being able, by you, you get ...

Carlo