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November

March is spring,
the fresh air of morning
March is the rain on the nose,
a smile and a new hope
March Almost blue, smoke and wind socks
read
March is the way,
heady scents of leaves and old,
I look in the mirror,
March pats her hair uncombed and bond

a tear down the wrinkles,
adage fingers on the floor, basically I'm just a
November
yet there is no life for me,
November.

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And they call Spleen

I pulled up the net from Lethe
and found entangled
Cola cans and wet dreams, so I took the good cider

inhaling through the nostrils dreams and lies. I saw

turnip head of the Universe,
libraries for breakfast,
teachers, servants, and loves people,
really cried, but only for
dream over a cup of hot tea,
spleen and calls ...

I hate hot tea,
especially in summer, sipping
as if it were winter,
who wants snow in summer:
who only wants to love forever,

But I suffer and cry I feel, I cry inside
sheets and bread,
of sadness that blows from the outside, from
holes, holes, lumps,
drafts of wind that cut the heart, spleen
and calls ...

I hate colds,
especially in summer,
blowing her nose as if you had to do,
who wants to get dirty handkerchief of his sins
only those with black mucus,
mitral Assens (zi) or

I laugh and think I slam my fists, knuckles
purple of fever and salt,
violence swirling or die,
love, places, wood
small air pockets that sew the atria,
spleen and call it ...

I hate heights, especially when I jump
,
lost in the air, I will not fly!
who wants my blood on his hands:
only the walls, diamonds that have no words.

I tremble and gnash their teeth for hours
I'm afraid of the cold, the eyes, the color of the sea, or
slew of innocence that you care about,
tomorrow, we few, wet and sick, empty of rage that split
patios,
spleen and call it ...

I hate the cold, especially in winter
,
s'avesse clutching his chest as if to love, who wants
my eyes looking at the sea:
's disease, a madman who must be silent ... And you call

spleen!

Everyone wants to just talk,
say that everyone wants to say,
goes well, and both come
children
teach you a good game, we'll call
spleen.

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Ithaca


When you set out for Ithaca
hope your road is long,
full of adventure and discovery.
I Lestrigoni and the Cyclops, the angry Poseidon do not worry,
not be 'this kind of meetings
if your thoughts remain lofty, and a feeling
stirs your spirit and your body.
Cyclops, Lestrigoni, not sure, it 'Neptune incurring the wrath
if you do not carry them within
soul if you do not set them up.
Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when in
ports
- finally and what a joy -
you touch the ground for the first time:
lingers at Phoenician trading stations and buy
pearl and coral, amber and ebony
all fine merchandise, including perfumes
piercing of any kind;
more 'heady fragrance as you can,
goes to many cities' Egyptian
learn a quantity' of the learned things.

But do you think of Ithaca
-Arriving there is the constant thought.
But do not hurry the journey;
Better if it lasts long, for years, and that old
reach the island, you, full of treasures

gained on the way, not expecting Ithaca to riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage
without her you would never put
the street: what else do you expect?

And if you find her poor, Ithaca you will have 'disappointed.
Done wise now, with so much experience on
already 'you have understood what' Ithaca that mean.

[Constantine Cavafy]

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The Pumpkin King is on vacation in Tahiti

Nicotine out of sight,
exits and gingerbread,
the largest art exhibition, a pig picture

- New Democracy - it says

Seri intellectuals today, the new cool hipster
Millennium
politically dressed in black
fluent in politics, Marx
acute high fashion.

Serioso reserve mouthfuls of long, languid
greetings and hair intellectuals,
nothing for the king of pop corn, pumpkins, glasses trained

only cuts and gestures of young walking-Sartre.

Man-artist-reader-quadrophoenia
so intolerant praised its diversity,
while watching a funny picture-
tree that symbolizes a world elite?

The Pumpkin King is finally where he wants
in the leadership of the minds,
in the living room of those who think good thinking, but
recognizes only the red wine.

thick glasses blacks,
thick black jacket, thick curly
blacks,
prepares the reader's voice
- Waiting for the Revolution-
he says ...

Meanwhile, I stretch out my legs on the chair in front of the

The Pumpkin King is a little scared,
and from red to white rose
and roasted corn.

The player moves his hands, sing lullabies
of beef balls, I do not understand
these poems, because the law on his behalf

the words of another
writing in the world.

Intellectuals are well seated,
all black clothes, all over the top

stands some unfaithful greyish
the others are all behind the rows of chairs,
is just perfect for a concert.

The king has a green jacket and a yellow shirt, sitting
late, drinking and sweating, looking puzzled
the painter-timer
fluttering and pulls the canvas with his brush,
is a concept with many defects.

Hopefully in the end, confetti donate aluminum
or pills of wisdom, while the reader
rhyme convinced
and now the king is angry:

- Fuck the player, I say something

Trilla:
- Hello? No, the Pumpkin King is on vacation in Tahiti
and can not respond to phone-
What was I saying? Ah yes.
Fuck the player,
eminent colleagues.

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A Musical Farewell - II Movement

It will be the drums of
history to beat the men desire to prance in the armies

that a steady hand,
write sheet music, pictures and spreadsheets, as Thor thunders

thundering hammers beating on earth,
Midgard
that falls to us more than what one expects
seorpente the World.
While hordes of Goths shadows
s'allinenano below the last cathedral
while the sky is tinged with blood
and returns to what Moses laid,
returns one with the sea, the ocean-sky
whispering
a fatal secret:
- Just one of your lightning -
and music right from wrong,
sparks ozone Takeaway.