Wednesday, April 1, 2009
no one more ferocious
There was no sleeper more elegant than she, with her curved body posed for a dance and her hand across her forehead, but there was also no one more ferocious when anyone disturbed the sensuality of her thinking she was still asleep when she no longer was.
"Love in the Time of Cholera," Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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- Ray Pride
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- gentle rain from heaven
- bathe and paddle about bucolically in a mild puddle
- indistinguishable from magic
- i like this kind of tension
- a kind of gravity
- flat and coolly distant
- here we go again
- take, for example
- like a perhaps
- discipline
- wine is how words taste
- lifes
- the doleful cello
- a crowd of grand and confused images
- there are two silences
- an oblivion of care and a freedom from solicitude
- double yolk
- crushed cigarettes and kitchen matches
- you had
- ocean
- haunted evenings and dark nights of secret assigna...
- must mean something
- night's friendly takeover
- makes me clumsy
- trop retro
- what they are
- corner
- things are going to happen that are going to shift...
- down the streets of the big night world
- no one more ferocious
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