jbkaria, 27 december 2011
As lightning runs in the life
You touched the teeth of every beast known
Just to see what they fear the nightmares
And still no rest for the kiss that no one has ever wanted a tattoo
for the heart that has not been able to cry in sadness
Crowds on the orders of the woods
Wonderful plain crazy
But the fire is not quenched
take with both hands the flames
and make a basket of roses
to take those who do not ever look
Bridal bouquet
last for a prose painted
Laccabue strong as a bullin his defying the world and every wind
But how could you hide
in your paintings that you have not incarcerated?
I dream of you in my nights on the run
flying on the back of the night
For every tiger that attacks you
ra man will die somewhere
and only a little crazy love
will be closed in a frost
Noble savage feared by the blades of grass
Even for low
you appear from the fog
to intimidate all pairs
to which you made the mold
Explorer jungles autumn
In your strong odor of madness
These words are
Your best legacy
Dedicated to the genius-of-nightmares defeated Antonio Ligabue,italian painter
jbkaria, 27 december 2011
Symbiosis of hours and almost never
Become as a little sun
This desire to recreate
Shake powder worlds now dying
Some pray that their huge appetites
You must change the time incorrect
Bargain with the chatter of the souks
Shadows behind shooting fast
Reappear in a clearing in contrast
With their desire to clean the corners of the sky
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