Thursday, November 02, 2006,11:03 PM
Boast of quietness -Jorge Luis Borges
writings of light assault the darkness,more prodigioud than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the country side.
Sure of my life and death,I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel,quick to attck.
They speak of humanity.
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty .
They speak ofa homeland.
My homealnd is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits ,the willow's groves
visible prayer as evening falls .
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow ,Ipass through the loftily covetous multitide
......... they are indispensable,singular,worthy of tommorow,
My name is someone and anyone
i walk slowly like someone so far away he doesnt xpect to arrive!!!!!!!
 
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