duminică, 29 martie 2009

Mayura Pissaroto

This heart like Ashura
Arteries compressed. Stuck to desire
Stretch a few arms out from the back of your throat
Against your will
Open your mouth. Grab love and money. Buy drugs
Get that "high"

This face, like a demon won't put away its smile today either
This built-up stress jerks and squirms
Red zone gauge shakes off the meter
The central nerve freezes
A new race domesticates me with a collar of thorns

*I write down in andante and jump
Onto the back of a flutter-, flutter-, fluttering
butterfly

I wished...
Just like this flower. Awaken me at the end of reason
Well let's go "Race Flight" To beyond the rings of seven colors
This person
like a doll is losing her words
She can't chat
Even though the vocabulary passes through her
mind
With that, the fear closing in
The central nerve is cut off...
The new race splits the s cell
Limitless breeds

*repeat

When I wake up only the name I can't remember is written
in the diary
Pissaroto

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