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The Grand Vizier's Garden - Part One (or latest whim fatalistic)

(Read slowly, and affection. Yes, today I write to you)






I tried it. I traveled. I danced. Wrote.
dreamed. I thought. Even I kissed you.
I wallow in mind, and between bubbles and olive trees.
I wanted to do, absolutely everything, because it seems to me screwed.

You did not understand "why" and I did not know, nor wanted, to tell you.

then lived. I walked. Rel. I cried. I waited (and desperate)
I ate a pear and water droplets-inch fell
through my hands. I

. I dreamed (wake up) and wrote something small - I tried again.
you like it, and I had to lie,
say it was not for you, but it was.
And not only that, but a couple more.

One who lives under a beautiful tree, and is waiting to write it.

You did not do anything. Seriously, nothing. Nor
I took the trouble to do something (because, well, I got tired a little),
and dozens of hours ago I decided fatalistic (and finally) I would not do anything anymore.

Then came a "what do you want?", And my mind began to fill with little words, in spite of my decisions fatalistic, write (maybe last):

I want you to notice.
I want you to try (Only if you care).
I want to travel, dancing, writing,
dream, think, and then kiss me.



And we wallow in, and between olive and bubbles (now that we can).

Alphrazam Befor Eat Or After

17 (or decent modesty four months delay)

"Oh, she's only seventeen
whine whine whine, weep over Everything
Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street
brothers fighting, When's the baby gonna sleep
heaving ship too sails away

Said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session
it's a tick of Our Time and the tic in her head That made me feel so strange so I Could
call you baby, Could I call you,
dammit, it's to one in a million
Oh, it's the rolling of your English tongue
That made me want to stay ".


(Between the Lines)

I can not with your name,
vowel salt and dead letters;
or with your hair,
since a guessing sleep another night
between my fingers.

Neither your nervous laughter,
or your comentadísimo "angry eyebrows" that scares most one (two)
when you're mad as big people
(like you did, in front of me, to recreate a while,
but a rather long).

If I say something totally random
as soon after that
certainly would know
I mentioned to you (your name, your hair),
but not even try to deny
lying because I'm no good (but indecent).

But I said before, and you were terrible with my poor voice.
Now I just have too much modesty, like a hit in the garage at ten thirty-two pe-em (maybe I should dedicate the song four months ago, then yes that would have occurred, show me that anything could have happened anything).