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Thoughts on code and poetry.
complete
There’s nothing more complete than the scent of her hair or the taste of her lips while gazing into her green deep eyes… nothing more complete than almost touching her skin – …
chills
With every page I read, the chills are turning back Stronger and stronger, like every little word Is yet another key, another door, another stack; new wonders to discover, new …
Your world
I’ve never been to your world – the pages I have; they’re so few… Would be a bless to learn of Your blossom in this rose’s garden Though time there is, I start to wonder; …
with
If I could only show you how fascinating roses are when looking to your eyes there is no shape of clay I’m but an ordinary being not knowing truly what to say Yet knowing what he …
the key
I wish I had the key to every opening! I wish the stars would reach to me for every need! The sand would then become my slave Build castles in the blistering wind, raise mountains …
A thief I am… I should be
To meet again; to feel the bare scent of her skin I’d beg today – even pretend to close my lips to … I pray there be a day when I will feast and feel the shivering taste; her …
darkness
I dear to dream, yet I’m the nightmare pouring darkness into your little spark of light… So many pages written blind… or torn apart So many hidden rows; so many chapters locked! …
Do you really know?
I’m nothing but the watcher bid to see; never to touch! I’m nothing but the child never to live nor tell his tales! Not yet his time! NOT yet his time… NOT YET the time… There is …
Shell of a moment!
So we talk! Words after words flowing to the mid of night… under the watch of the bitter of the Moon I’m like an open book, until, each time, we get to wonder the past; And once …
What do you dream?
Still, the wine has an end. And the green dress remains only a dream – one of the many; The roses at your neck have the shape of a black orchid So afraid I will not be able to tell …