tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40325382351168027062012-02-16T05:40:38.078-08:00Kamomilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507855808236649932noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032538235116802706.post-52736223103640469772009-12-12T20:06:00.000-08:002009-12-12T20:09:22.406-08:00Seven layers<br />of my skin, I'm going to peel<br />and donate here and there<br />for charity...<br />but,<br />who without fear<br />can see my skinless flesh...<br />the lights and shadows<br />through the ribs<br />can watch without repulsion...<br /><br />..........................<br /><br />I will bestow my substance,<br />soul and my bones,<br />to him... and only him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032538235116802706-5273622310364046977?l=kamomila-wwwchamomile-chamomile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kamomilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507855808236649932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032538235116802706.post-65111033317491319122009-12-12T19:50:00.000-08:002009-12-12T19:52:27.901-08:00There...<br />where I was waiting<br />for you so long,<br />there...<br />where you ever<br />failed to come...<br />A blue flower is born<br />with the roots<br />impeded by a stone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032538235116802706-6511103331749131912?l=kamomila-wwwchamomile-chamomile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kamomilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507855808236649932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032538235116802706.post-57632772986857787212009-12-12T19:35:00.000-08:002009-12-12T19:41:41.326-08:00The swans die silently like the dreams<br />by the shore of my sorrow's lake,<br />when the sunset evaporates,<br />hanged in the new moon's disc...<br /><br />The drops of your happiness<br />causes bitter rings<br />on the surface of my sorrow's lake...<br /><br />Ever expanding circles...<br />The whisper of dolor<br />keeps wake the silence of death's threshold.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032538235116802706-5763277298685778721?l=kamomila-wwwchamomile-chamomile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kamomilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507855808236649932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032538235116802706.post-28866864089946042682009-12-12T19:07:00.000-08:002009-12-12T19:10:24.341-08:00The doors are sealed...<br />the moon walks on trial.<br />There are no more footprints of steps<br />in the healthy growing grass...<br /><br />I haven't seen the light<br />in window for so long...<br />so different those sounds<br />that are trotting on the tiles...<br />I don't know them anymore...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032538235116802706-2886686408994604268?l=kamomila-wwwchamomile-chamomile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kamomilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507855808236649932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032538235116802706.post-64009195120956268442009-12-12T18:52:00.000-08:002009-12-12T19:06:18.926-08:00At the beginning<br />she was a word...<br />that divagate<br />in the obscure space<br />without shape<br />without direction, without reason.<br /><br />Then,<br />melted and flowed.<br />Torrent of desire<br />in a steep plane,<br />impossible to abrade<br />a riverbed.<br /><br />In the end...<br />she touched a man's shoulder<br />... petrified<br />and formed!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032538235116802706-6400919512095626844?l=kamomila-wwwchamomile-chamomile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kamomilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507855808236649932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032538235116802706.post-81215152473242488812009-10-24T13:51:00.000-07:002009-10-26T17:07:23.056-07:00Deep underground, I’ve planted <br />a crumb of sun...<br /><br />I don’t know if it will sprout<br />through the harsh skin of the earth<br />and the entanglement of the roots.<br /><br />There's such a different flora outside.<br />The fruit that gave birth to it<br />so unreachably far.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032538235116802706-8121515247324248881?l=kamomila-wwwchamomile-chamomile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kamomilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507855808236649932noreply@blogger.com0