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Matthew Halsall - Juntos
Allen Ginsberg
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of loneliness, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight we carry is love. Who can deny it? In dreams the body touches, in thought a miracle is built, in imagination anxiety until birth into humanity- From the heart a glance appears burning with purity for the burden of life is love, but we fatiguefully carry the weight and thus we must rest in the arms of love. Finally, we must rest in the arms of love. There is no rest without love, one does not sleep without dreams of love- Whether mad or cold, obsessed with angels or machines the final desire is love - it cannot be bitter, it cannot be denied, it cannot be prevented nor is it denied: it must be given to not return like thought. It gives in loneliness with all the excellence of its excess. Warm bodies shine together in darkness, the hand advances towards the center of flesh, the skin trembles with happiness and the soul comes joyful to the eye. Yes, yes that's what I wanted, always wanted, always wanted, to return to the body with which I was born.
As Gioconda Belli (Tinaja) In good days, of rain, the days when we loved each other totally, in which we went opening ourselves to each other, like secret caves; on those days, love my body as a tinaja collected all the tender water that you poured over me and now, in these dry days when your absence hurts and scratches my skin, the water comes out of my eyes full of your memory to refresh the aridity of my body so empty and so full of yours.
Matthew Halsall - Juntos
Allen Ginsberg
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of loneliness, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight we carry is love. Who can deny it? In dreams the body touches, in thought a miracle is built, in imagination anxiety until birth into humanity- From the heart a glance appears burning with purity for the burden of life is love, but we fatiguefully carry the weight and thus we must rest in the arms of love. Finally, we must rest in the arms of love. There is no rest without love, one does not sleep without dreams of love- Whether mad or cold, obsessed with angels or machines the final desire is love - it cannot be bitter, it cannot be denied, it cannot be prevented nor is it denied: it must be given to not return like thought. It gives in loneliness with all the excellence of its excess. Warm bodies shine together in darkness, the hand advances towards the center of flesh, the skin trembles with happiness and the soul comes joyful to the eye. Yes, yes that's what I wanted, always wanted, always wanted, to return to the body with which I was born.
As Gioconda Belli (Tinaja) In good days, of rain, the days when we loved each other totally, in which we went opening ourselves to each other, like secret caves; on those days, love my body as a tinaja collected all the tender water that you poured over me and now, in these dry days when your absence hurts and scratches my skin, the water comes out of my eyes full of your memory to refresh the aridity of my body so empty and so full of yours.
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Buena letra e imágenes muy originales !
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obsesionado con ángeles
o máquinas
el deseo final es amor
Querido amigo Invisible, gracias por unas imágenes estupendas y por revivir en mi memoria el poema de GB, el cual me llevé para imageneizarlo en un shout.
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