Aniger's Blog – July 2009 Archive (1)

Out the world

is a confused stain,

caress of our time.

Noises are made intense

among the shores of our life.

Of red ruby drop

is your love,

it spreads him to corolla,

eternal bloom

that will not can fade.

Slow,

as gusts of wind

it planes on the Life

and in the reverberation of us

it draws arabesque on the skin

of scarlet emotions

It needs

to live the silence,

the… Continue