in war are childlike compared with our betrayals during peace. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything-for the heart is an organ of fire. In other words, it's so much more naive! People who are in first love are nervous and tender, but they can resist everything—just because their hearts are on fire. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
My darling, I'm waiting for you.
How long is a day in the dark?
Or a week?
The fire is gone now,
and I'm horribly cold.
I really ought to drag myself outside, but then there'd be the sun.
I'm afraid I waste the
light
We die rich with lovers and tribes, we tastes we have swallowed, we have each other's tastes in our mouths
bodys we have entered... We used to be one soul
and swum up like rivers. In
Fears we've hidden in, inner fears
like this wreched cave. I
want all this marked on my body. We are the real countries. Not the
boundaries drawn on maps,
the names of powerful men.
I know you'll come and carry me out into the palace of winds. I know you'll come and carry me out into the palace of winds. Pick me up and stand in the wind
That's all I've wanted, I have nothing else to ask
to walk in such a place with you, I just want to walk with you in heaven
with friends.
An earth without maps. Go to a place without maps The paradise , the
lamp's gone out,
and I'm writing... in the darkness.
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