2007 10 September 2007

Tell Women - Tomas Segovia

Category: Poetry - bomby73 @ 12:14

Tell me where you hide your mystery woman
Woman clear heavy water volume
as secret as you undress
which is the strength of your splendor helpless
Your armor of dazzling beauty
I can not tell me with many weapons
seated woman lying abandoned
teach me the rest sleep and forgetfulness
teach me the slow time
that woman you live with your flesh ignominious
as close to an animal good and calm
naked woman in front of armed man
remove this helmet from my head with anger
calmami heal lay me on the cool earth
remove from me these clothes that I asphyxiate fever
sommergimi indeboliscimi my lazy blood poisoning
woman of the tribe rock crush
discingimi these shirts and belts of rigidity and fear
with which you and I atterrisco atterrisco and we separate it
Women's dark and damp morass Edenic
I want your large fragrant robust wisdom,
I want to return to the land and its nutritious juices
running on your belly and your breasts and flush your flesh
I want to regain the weight and completeness
I want you m'inumidisca, m'ammolli, m'effemini
to understand the femininity, the softness of the wet world
I leaned my forehead in your womb
betray a fierce army of men
woman accomplice only terrible sister
Give me back my hand in inventing the world by ourselves

I do not ever detach from you eyes
woman statue made of fruit grown dove
always let me see thy mysterious presence
the look of your wing and silk and the black lake
your body molded of darkness and radiant without momentum uncertainties
your body that your infinitely more to me than my
and that without the impetus of uncertainties without holding anything
your body a full and enlightened all of generosity
Port of crazy beggar woman prodigal Ulysses
does not permit me to never forget your voice of bird memorioso
magnetized in the word you utter your underwear always naked
the word always just a dazzling ignorance
the wild purity of your love fool
delusional without brake brutalized inviziato
the wail of the sharpest tenderness
pensive gaze of prostitution
clear the stark truth
love that absorbs and devours and feeds
the invisible paw of divination
acceptance wisdom without understanding streets
the spongy ground of maternity roots
house of pain lady tramp
give me something to bite the fruit of life
the fruit of light stable settlement of your body
let me recline my forehead fatal
on your grave womb wooded paradise
undress me heal me of this guilt acquietami acre
not always be armed but only myself.

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