Continental Varanda

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mind thinks that mind thinks.
And so on.
But
we photograph the feelings and the volatile words
being
here
with sense
and meaning...

Submitted: February 27, 2008

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Submitted: February 27, 2008

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Tanger


So the blue line, a photon trail, interspaces two limits.

Ice macadam rain over blak cold kasbah meandrum.
Oh gentle me
where have you been

dreams/shades
and the river goes

you in
he/me watchin'

cold as cold beer
as smoke of no thunder
no more more

clock in the house ticks
in the brain lapses
gal, time has no mistery
no hidden mistake

old mohamed coughs
6:26 soft breeze
salt gibraltar
tongue in tongue kisses
blue tanger just
the soft yellow smell of kif
in a volatile whisper
out semen
in pray

no longer my body
shouts

desert is imense
of All and eternity
Desert still moment in sand soft sienna
M'hamid

there
the sea of stars
cool hot wet
and much colour
red macau
runninng san malô
almost full speed

the she spy
with diesel eyes

afar

asthe sun rises
some where
inthe dunes silver an goldblue
aand inn hash hish i believe
pension castellana

vade
vade anchora
vade piu

Drâa
oued
the valley of palm trees and space manifolds

ktonik geos
no time

the air is inside the air
filling it with stone sand hot heat air

Drâa
also a love story
(men love stories)

what is a flag
a Red flag
in a nowhere deserty flat road?
Red red Red red Red
sometimes floating red
as the hand of the old brown djellabh kif golden eyes smoker
sipping melasso menthe tea (bees clouding around the green leaves)

le roi
notre aventure
la mer
o mar
e o deserto

mazagão
lá junto ao mar
apontada ao mar
a sorver o ar do Mar.

well, i repeat;

(mazagão
there near the sea
pointed at the sea
breathing the air of the Sea .)

sempre o mar
a salgadez
mate, always the sea
salty sea
in the breeze
in the body
on the sails
cotton honey wind
south South
o Sul

more
mais
muito mais
ainda
e ainda
e o vento que nos leve, cum raio
so let the wind carry us, damn it

yes Olisipo my child
point your arrow to the Sun
feet in the surf water
bold flesh, young
man in muscle
and look
son of gods
and some minor mistakes
(on the road, you know babe, chaouen et aprés tetu et op then got in a dream what a dream inshallah that blue cobalt like royal moonlight in the veil of desire o o oh oh i was once in love in here yes yes oh o the fountain la source eyes almost wide shut you know it'as dream oh a long beautifel dream of twanny years ago thirty god i'm old as a blind horse yep doesn mat but it was Real, yes it was Real)

sam davies green moss eyes
paperback cotton philosophy
somehow lost somewhere
some recall of hometown
a kind of bob dylan of nonsense
he sang allright
oh he sang
'just that feeling...
of thunder in heaven...'
guess G and F with passsages by C/C6/C9/Csus4
just that feeling
of small volt honey electric balls
caressing her gayety
blonde long curly hair
the
Mosque
God's pleasure
of Men

oh i think a lot
and somehow i feel -Something!
when my heart pumps near Cotobia

the pleasure domes of bliss
water spa vitric
ultramarine blue
the carnal dance
and
jet yet
yes
love
yes
jealous
alcoolic skin jealous
jeans blue
dean style
obviously

and
forever
Cheung Chau
and
China
oh we were heroes for more than one day
Eva
night stellar
voyage
dreams within dreams made of us
skin by skin
fried crab your chau min lips
e
aquela árvore (a das fotografias)
fronda da nossa leve eternidade
see? i remember our tree
the summers of our fragile eternity

i just love on the road poems
better than beat or zen
better than poetry
better

and she waved the smoke of the cigarillo
lipstick cruising
vernal sex

yes...we...artists...
oui, nous les artistes, enfin...c'est comme ça.
(sweet magnolia bra curved smell)
Du Val'en Chat Isse touching soft as gay Mathilde repondu:
-Mais non! Non, non, Non!

TangerZazen
kif
round open kif
meditatione di poeta
small summer child memory
with peace so tender orange greek coolness over patchy blues...-Durrell painting of prose? (yes, yes, magnolia tender innocence)...
father mother family sun
the universe

after all, so simple

the 8
the pattern
the secret
ad infinitum
mosaique

mirrors
multidimensional crystalography
Light

and
the colours we see

one ink of blue
photon blue


over
the
Continental varanda



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