Luca Menin

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Like streamlets of gin,
floating the bottom of a bottle
The veins flows, intoxicate abstinence's woes,
carried like wreckage, drying on the sandy shore.
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Waste at the door
Drunk of apple core,
spiting seeds of the last tree.
The hands hold the head,
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Pour the eyes, crystal soul
Venus radiant, tears of wax
The skin listens exquisite, the roots.
Drying out on the green valley
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While the thawing of the mountain are turned into a valley.
The soft undulation of the flowing water, shape the terrain & feed the river.
Invigorating roots of domain spirit.
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Like an eagle resting on the yellow shape of the silent sun
I Wait impatiently the dingles of the bells
Crying conscience of steady moons, at angels sunset
Breathless death, with his narcissus eyes
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When the clouds, like waves, overwhelm the moon.
The nocturnal sea of velvety glances, sail
I have been stood, in this ocean of dark blossom.
Where silent hang the remembrance, of the last hoot.
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Air blow sad from the cloud nest.
At the endless god blesses, and angel splendours,
kiss of beauty; the gazelle vulgar fly
impressed like the empty shells, where tears blow loud,
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Tall shadow of grass, cover in sweet pollen of flower's springs.
Hide from a wall of green woods and streams.
It Is the flavour the skin, reddened by the sun.
Left bare, like chaste grapefruits.
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Inebriated sailors.
Chatting laughter woman's
Worming foggy windows.
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Fear lies upon his face, what happening;
sadly dark veil covers his eyes,
why all this? , this noise, these lights,
the fire burns, these bombs.
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Through the fissure of the reeds
caress by the breeze,
the water sparkle lit
blind hear the waves recede.
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Exotic sounds
Staring as if hypnotized.
The moon savouring enchanted, those movements
almost stationary The sound of the sea,
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And the sky bright blue,
white clouds paint the empty spaces
where the thick wall, delimited
the transition overhead of the fig trees.
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Heat & say it.
at the chock deer
Let her go.
Trade, the horse
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Life and death are meant to share,
embracing, holding hands.
Concern full of joy,
Falling in love
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Fields, barns and strew hay,
water well turns to lake.
Green cows fence
Wild horse land
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She is insane scream like bells
Prisoner on her world,
The hands shield the eyes
Seated hours in the darker room
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The tower had crumbled, dusted from the past.
Every civilization as disappear in matter of years.
Forgotten and rebuild with their mistakes.
The lesson has to be learn.
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I have to write it down
A though, a loose screw
Ink of
bricks and woods
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