Waiting for a train in a western town of Europe...
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Submitted: Mar 7, 2008
Reads: 67
Comments: 4
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oh the bells toll over the midnight
as i pour my drink and wait for the train
old old european europe
the last roman empire
the senate
in the middle center
dictating
rules for us all
law
laws flaws
administration
surveilling faces
maghrebi moustaches
and females undercover
the cloack of power
money power
western blueberry's business
tie rack airport commodity
heathrow multitude
sandal curry dolce gabana mist
not london
lisbon
when the bells of Alfama remind my way of going
in this moment
full cilinder
metal machinery
tgv boost and thunder
the idea of movement in trails
roman geodesic trails
freudian einsteinian speeds
oh the light and the id
in a 2D manifold
with holes
gaps
and you start thinking
thinking
is this this?
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Comments:
You did a nice job of capturing the old and new. IS THIS THIS ??????????????
Posted: Mar 8, 2008
your line lengths reminded me a train for some reason.
love your words and this goes well with a sip of wine at bedtime.
Posted: Mar 11, 2008
Oh It is a train station, but beat as always, lone, lost love, farway places, cigarettes, smile.
(but it's a lie, you know that, or you feel that)
Not is a lie. I live in Alfama and it's all close, too close.
Now I am here. I write. I Think. I nplay badly guitar.
But i'm not longer young.
Here, we want, desire but not with that strength to GO.
I went once...
And I came
Oh.
Posted: Mar 22, 2008
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