Wednesday, July 1, 2009

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Rokha Poems of Charles of Nain


PAVAN
THE SLEEPING

If the night could lead to ghastly mirror of your fingernails, I know it would have been born the mystery. If you reveal it was given, I know you have for me a splendid happiness. But on the odd night swans reflected in your neck and on the morning that cleared (as emerging from a cameo delicately preserved) are you, who are the abolition of time, because your feet lie the shadows of the abyss, and your head topped with sparkling brilliance, is the announcement and the trophy.
The puzzle, reality! A single step your adorable gardener's desire to sow all magic: in his own levity fade and flee to the total extinction.
Do you feel how, on the other hand, the disturbing turn, the fragrances extraviantes stir in the umbels of silence? Are they not the promise of a heady and unexpected demise of an unexpected redemption? They tell us that now is the initiator in the ordeal, the hair-devouring birds on sparkling bonfires for the homeless.
I tell you I longed silence because the child, the awesome midnight dances and gets drunk on our faces where only palpitate and hate crime, which is the most complete form of love.
When your eyes reveal the desired signal on them has retracted the mystery. If you open the aurora boreal, if you have closed it involved the mysterious fumes that come from the blue lotus, talisman blinding blazing in your face bordered by the innocence of the pirates and the dance of a child on the glass of red foam that I rise up in your hands . The graceful priestess
dreamy smiles on your lips (just parted for the seductive song of the ritual offering), and between your fingers, as they fall from the golden sands and off the lamps, the bouquet of lilies tremble still damp I brought this morning the market.



TO THE ARRIVAL OF THE HORDES

My great furor I will be the measure of my wrath.

On the run to the center of me and my be triggered in the prophetic.

My passion for the night, my clairvoyance.

Of Orpheus possessed and crowned by Bella.

make me freer, yet more happy and more multiple.

That everything you have.

That you oh white pirates.

Oh, children of the sky that you have acquired at the lowest price.

People who have never seen one last card played.

As I play her hair to the poisoned water.

In the supreme game where the loser is the great victory.

Do not you scare my solitary animal language?

Or you is not blind who

my eye sparkling like a vast ocean?

Temedme. Alejaos de mí.

Soy el monstruo sagrado, el asesino celestial y benigno.

Aquel que jamás tuvo nada, pero aún así

Su inaudita riqueza sobrepasa a la vuestra.

Porque yo hice mío lo desconocido.

Yo he tocado los límites del infinito.

Y, por último, sabedlo!

Vosotros, que alardeáis de santidad and purity.

never'll be as close to God like me.

That I'm the other side of him

eternity That I revived in a man.

That I am an unknown age.

Moving from hymn hymn, incantation spell.

Towards the center of my heart.

Towards pure worlds, the worlds cursed, denied worlds.

Where I've become

A titan in dreams bed

up
And, yes, traveling.

embraced his pit as a last wish.



JULIET OR THE KEY OF DREAMS


champagne A woman called me from a dream

her eyes Where she twists me
Delicious
is fascinating
Adorable
poisoned

On the blackest stain mouth

That gesture that marks their steps

sentenced to of beautiful rooms

Ocean in your hands renews its mirrors

The life I love is it in his arms




CASCADE CUP



Write my name in the book pm

Where I announce the coming of a more black ocean

The fall of the birds that have lost their wings

About
foliage that sun bleeds

must learn to smile at any price

Be the walker in a forest of black trees and white.

Araucarias drawbridges can serve

Or else everything would lost

the edge of a bottomless glass

Where a large bird mimics snow falls

Tell me

Where there is a queen devour the heart of the prisoner

Tell me

many angels can swim in a water drop





THE Degollado


Fine air swimming a

dress clothes were stripped own

And on their bodies assume the key

the charm of jackals

The tiger round

better dressed than ever wandering bloody

Here are consuming milk rods

Sorting random parts of

Deliver your damn hair to the chair

The dragons tattooed with ermine

These are swollen with pride panthers under

With a red rose body round

Evaporated over their mouths all alike

of laughter from the boa love

More
are pure poison drunk fascinated

wolves in the treaty of obsessive detail magical

greed Liberáis favorable riddles

your neck like the tedium of the falls

Your bodies like laziness

Free and create a bond covenant that

So love with the lovely marks the gallows

live in a heaven given to the lost city

And
arrogant garments in the most cruel landscapes Birds are
Jellyfish "clothing

sing on arrival on the coast of granite
dream when will the big day

beautiful rocks Hawks Trample




RIMBAUD JEAN ARTHUR BLACK OR SUITE


He, who never dared to put a price on your dreams,

saw the guards spit out more
splendid tapestries
A ellos, los mismos que un día negaron las uvas del delirio.

El Festín de las Gracias lo había maldecido.

Bebía un licor extraído de todos los pantanos.

Donde la más bella aventura se perdía en sus propios misterio.

Mientras los aldeanos le veían salir de Les Ardens.

¡A dónde iba cuando en los graneros ardían los mitos del silencio?

¿Hacía what roads of misfortune in what dark horses cried foam the sea?
Angel for his dream demon has been satisfied.

mea heliotrope With the Stars

Furies When he blew the ears

faun and his head burned by the hydra

For the angel that always lives sitting shave

self Fugitive who loved him were the cursed

The
asking their views to a hellish haven Leviathan.

They also have kissed their hands licked by larvae in disarray.

They loved the infant prodigy.

vocal Alchemist wizard punished awake.

breaks the magic keys that kept its key

And against all godliness yields the same ennui.



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