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Tuesday, June 20, 2006cuppycake blogged at:8:15 AM The Light Wraps You The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of the twilight that revolves around you. Speechless, my friend, alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead and filled with the lives of fire, pure heir of the ruined day. A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment. The great roots of night grow suddenly from your soul, and the things that hide in you come out again so that a blue and palled people your newly born, takes nourishment. Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold: rise, lead and possess a creation so rich in life that its flowers perish and it is full of sadness. by Pablo Neruda   |
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Haz or Haze. An ordinary individual born in 1973. As for relationshipwise, no comment. Mould and motivate the young into morally civic minded beings. Music,nature, poetry and movies are the indulgences. Blue and turqoise are the craze. Currently more active at multiply.com The views here are of my OWN PREROGATIVE and not intended towards anyone. Please leave this humble blog if it piqued or offend your own views.Thank you. DARE TO BE DIFFERENT!
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