When my beloved will return I will recognize his steps from the sound I will know its him Even from more than a league, Even maybe from more than two ... I will go out as the mist I’ll float as smoke to our yard, Ill go to the speed of a spark And Ill fly like a gentle flame ... I will tack at his side, I offer him my lips for a kiss I could take his hand Even if a snake was in his palm, I could put a kiss on his lips Even if they were cadaveric I could lean on his neck, Even if death penetrated his bones, I could lie down beside him, Even if blood would drip... However, my beloved has no lips in blood, Neither has slimy hands like snakes, And his neck does not carry death His mouth is soft as lard, His lips sweet as honey, His hands are as beautiful as gold, And his neck is like a stalk of heather. https://youtube/watch?v=64Hilbd_jMg&index=8&list=PLsP1AJLDi2QWuIfxnt0IML4nf8eQJ_0qC&spfreload=10
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 09:44:26 +0000
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