Thursday, October 1, 2009

Boobs Look Beetter With Clothes

The Player

The Player3

The pinch of the fingers on the strings taut

echoes through the night

that sighs between agreements

a new song.

The melody begins to flow

the streets Soul

hovering uneasily between whirlwinds

like a river along the Infinite.

A leap across the border

Dimension spreads

like a wave of wind carried

by the flames of a fireplace.

No Horizons outline

the boundary between blood and Matter,

vortices suffused electricity

vibrate in the hands of passion.

Music Life takes

the arms of Player ,

that caresses the curves of his guitar

like Queen his magical kingdom.

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