GREEN EGGS OF FROGS

GREEN EGGS OF FROGS (ROSA MARIA DOS SANTOS Kapila) GREEN EGGS OF FROGS 1000 MISS THE BLOGS "Poetry is the language in a state of crisis" (Mallarmé) To Possaty Nadia, one of my gurus I am a rose of meat And take the imagination of my borrowed poets ... 'll Lick my two lemons Chinese today To sour me good energy. It is these little things that make up revealed An immense spiritual cap. How I like that fine line between dream And day I'll dreaming 'll condensing Me and Nadia Possaty Pretty soon we'll cafungada The neck of the sea. I dreamed I got tired ... I would make a frittata with eggs of frogs ... But they were green And I set them to mature. We were in the kitchen ... Nadia pulling her skirt A part pudenda. I want a usable form of poetry Because the idea of ​​my poetry is radicalizing In a make-believe of eternal sorrow And a lot of bitterness All this fashion wave theories I mean The rebel is alive So I write about dreams About symphonies reconstruction About a minute from the fury of Nature Lives halved Of people who are born survivors. Today is a dark day, perfect for One expects the Moonlight. The fate of the pink flesh is to be transient As the hummingbird. Written by Rosa Kapila at 19:10 [(0) Comment] [send this message] [link] 08/08/2013

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