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Created on 2006-08-10 19:45:16 (#10883296), last updated 2007-05-11
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| Location: | California, United States |
| Website: | this is what i do on a daily basis |
Bioi prefer a private kind of storytelling
It pleases me when you are quiet because it is as if you are absent,
and you hear me from afar, and my voice does not touch you.
It appears that the eyes would have flown to you
and it appears that a kiss would have closed your mouth.
Like all the things that fill my soul
you emerge from these things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, my soul recognizes you,
and the melancholy word recognizes you.
It pleases me when you are quiet and you are somewhat distant.
And it is as if you are complaining to yourself, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from afar, and my voice does not reach you:
allow me to quiet myself with your silence.
Allow me to speak to you also with your silence
clear as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, quieted and full of constellations.
Your silence is of a star, so far-off and simple.
It pleases me when you are quiet because it is as if you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
One word then, one smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy of what I am not certain.
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wonder_rock
It pleases me when you are quiet because it is as if you are absent,
and you hear me from afar, and my voice does not touch you.
It appears that the eyes would have flown to you
and it appears that a kiss would have closed your mouth.
Like all the things that fill my soul
you emerge from these things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, my soul recognizes you,
and the melancholy word recognizes you.
It pleases me when you are quiet and you are somewhat distant.
And it is as if you are complaining to yourself, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from afar, and my voice does not reach you:
allow me to quiet myself with your silence.
Allow me to speak to you also with your silence
clear as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, quieted and full of constellations.
Your silence is of a star, so far-off and simple.
It pleases me when you are quiet because it is as if you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
One word then, one smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy of what I am not certain.
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