Painting of a Woman with a Hat A woman has missed Knowing the delirium and dust She has missed this beautiful madness Her narrow waist under me She has missed my manner of loving She has missed my prints in her sea I see a light that flickers And promises to leave us in darkness I see a dog barking at the moon With another figure that resembles me I see more; I see she did not find me I see more; I see she has lost herself An unnameable woman Flees like a seagull And I quickly dry my boots blaspheme a note and turn off the clock Love should be beware of me Lest I sing its own song Cowardice is a matter of men, not of lovers Cowardly loves fail to be loves Or stories, they remain still Memory cannot save them Nor the best reciter conjugate them A woman with a hat Like a painting by old Chagall Rotting at the center of fear And I, who am not kind, started to cry But then i was crying for me And now I cry to see her die https://youtube/watch?v=KVXinbihbo0
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 21:14:39 +0000
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