Apr 26, 2010
They kiss, ah, they kiss, they kiss
the young people on the streets, in bars, on fences,
they keep kissing as if they
only were some terminations
of the kiss.
They kiss, ah, they kiss through the running cars,
in the subway stations, in the cinemas,
in the buses, they desperately kiss,
violently, as if
at the end of the kiss, after the kiss
there's only the unavoidable old age
and death.
They kiss, ah, they kiss the thin young people
and in love. So thin, as if
they would ignore bread's existence in this world.
So in love, as if, as if
they would ignore world's existence itself.
They kiss, ah, they kiss as if
in the darkness, in the most secure darkness,
as if no one could see them, as if
the sun was about to rise
bright
only
after the torn and bleeding from all the kissing mouths
wouldn't be able to kiss
but with the teeth.
the young people on the streets, in bars, on fences,
they keep kissing as if they
only were some terminations
of the kiss.
They kiss, ah, they kiss through the running cars,
in the subway stations, in the cinemas,
in the buses, they desperately kiss,
violently, as if
at the end of the kiss, after the kiss
there's only the unavoidable old age
and death.
They kiss, ah, they kiss the thin young people
and in love. So thin, as if
they would ignore bread's existence in this world.
So in love, as if, as if
they would ignore world's existence itself.
They kiss, ah, they kiss as if
in the darkness, in the most secure darkness,
as if no one could see them, as if
the sun was about to rise
bright
only
after the torn and bleeding from all the kissing mouths
wouldn't be able to kiss
but with the teeth.
broken roses
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