сряда, 19 август 2009 г.

Before They made us

I will never forget the tenderness
of the lips that were kissing my soul.
Even after ten thousand years,
even when in dust the Earth transforms.

Never. In this very fragil moment
before the universes gently blew up
and the first stars blasted all around.
When you were spread everywhere on me.

When we were transpierced by the new-born beams
when the straight lines were still curved
We were two god like nebulosities
before They made us flesh and blood.

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