martes, enero 13, 2009

uncountables


when you were born
were you born to life?
the mighty painting on the ceiling
in your parents' room
did not protect you against misundertanding.

fidelity does not mean submission
and your innocent bleeding
just shows the rights you were not given.

do remain foccused
do remain faithful to your readings.
forgiveness always misleads.
bereavement is an uncountable noun.

2 comentarios:

gabrielaa. dijo...

just wondering about that painting on the ceiling...

sibila dijo...

let's call it, presumptions on the sixtine chapel...

emily dickinson. me digo que la tierra es breve

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