torsdag 31. oktober 2013

You give me the light and you are illuminated, your midday is not a day older. And even if the stars go pale with this love, the years do not age: you're a year younger, my friend.


...
Harlequin...

Powerful
voice
of water
on fire,
to day, the day of
harlequin.
The solemn,deliberate,
hoarse,
pure voice of earth
reminding us that we were
still men, or ?
that we shared pain and hope.


Filling
the sky with your sacred voice,
harlequin not just blacks,
for the poor blacks,
but for the poor whites,
for all the poor peoples.
Harlequin why...


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