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18 Eylül 2026 Cuma
I am adorning the arrow pierced into my chest
We need a sun, my love;
Let love find its light, let the face of passion be illuminated,
And let the heavens stretch out before us, Let the flowers make love once more to the bees dusty, forgotten, and neglected,
Let the face of spring smile upon your face,
And you, too, smile; Let me be jealous of you jealous of all the skies, the blues,
And even of the vast cosmos itself,
Then, at my command, let the sun be eclipsed,
Let darkness fall everywhere; let even the stars close their eyes,
Let no one see let no one be able to see you,
Not even the flowers that bloom for your sake each morning, nor the dreams...
We need a sun, my love;
Let all the skies and blues draw back their curtains just for you; let them be yours...
Let even our tears spill from the blue,
And let the earth of the grave become a blue blanket to cover us...
We need a sun, my love;
I, the eighth planet of a galaxy lost in the unknown cosmos,
You, the third heaven of the universe's necklace, adorned with glittering stars
No one could die more beautifully if indeed we must die
There is no resurrection more beautiful than this,
Hand in hand with you,
With our heartbeats mingling, and eyes locked in a gaze...
But still, We need a sun, my love;
11:12 I am adorning the arrow pierced into my chest. I am stroking the head of a fledgling death.
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that vast rubbish heap
Those most beautiful, fading scents and the books...
Blue dreams, memories, and recollections tucked away in linens smelling of mothballs...
They’ve gathered everything up.
Clearly, they couldn't quite consume it all...
The papers and the birds...
The dust, the soil,
Every speck of you, and the vast universe that was you...
They’ve gathered everything up.
All the days you were born,
Your steps, your smiles, and your eyes...
To their minds,
Everything,every place is spotless and gleaming now.
Tell the garbage collectors,
They must have lost their minds,
To find my yesterdays in that foul-smelling cosmos of lost days...
They’ve gathered everything up.
So where am I, and who am I now...?
A king of trash, perhaps?
A knight of yesterdays, blessed by the sword in your hands,and perhaps,
With soiled hands and face...
I merely brushed against Love,
They’ve gathered everything up.
And my mind, and the hollows and nooks of my heart,
And my flesh, and the hands of my heart bloody, strong, and clutching at life
And my soul, and my brain...
I ask you all: Is it all just one giant rubbish heap now...?
They’ve gathered everything up.
Yet that is all I ever owned,
And that vast rubbish heap, now...
10:03 Arts and literature of the feeble-minded, and dreams of a cornfield where crows are chased away...