Yaye
Bailar, olvidar, renacer,ir más allá del fin.
Hasta la eternidad huir,viajar, todo dejar caer.
and this is:
photos, art and things I find interesting.
Each picture here means something that inspires me. they just speak for me.
my photos
Song Of The Month :)
Stirring at water’s edge,
cold froth on my twig,
my mind in whirls
wanders around desire.
May I, can I, or have I too often?
craving miracles…
May I, can I, or have I too often now?
craving miracles…
craving miracles…
No one imagines the light shock I need,
and I’ll never know
from who’s hands, deeply humble,
dangerous gifts as such to mine come.
May I, should I, or have I too often?
craving miracles…
May I, can I, or have I too often?
craving miracles…
craving miracles..
My romantic gene is dominant
and it hungers for union,
universal intimacy,
all embracing.
May I, should I or have I too often
craved miracles?
May I, can I or have I too often
craved miracles?
Crave…
Waves irregularly striking,
wind stern in my face.
Thunderstorm, come,
scrape those barnacles of me!
May I, may I or should I too often
crave miracles?
May I or should I or have I too often
All my body parts are one
as lightning hits my spine,
sparkling
prime runs through me,
revive my wish
inviolable.
May I, can I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles…
May I, can I, should I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles…
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leahsfiction reblogged this from yayegue and added:
finish mourning and actively start to hunger again.
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