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Thursday, September 15, 2005
Why?
Strange things inhabit the forest. Such as the night owl that ask “why?” instead of “who?”
Dig the dream out of the soil If there is no shovel let us use our bare hands to dig it out or it will be irrigated with blood and bloom a furious crimson until we realize we are collectively dreaming...
6 comments:
Nice. Very poetic. "So the dream doesn't die." I sometimes think it already did.
It is hard to believe when we live in a country governed by morons.
i refuse to think the dream is dead.
i refuse to let it die
and if it is dead....i'll resurrect it :)
Dig the dream out of the soil
If there is no shovel
let us use our bare hands
to dig it out or it will be irrigated with
blood and bloom a furious crimson
until we realize we are collectively dreaming...
Me likey this poem
mariposa,
what a lovely comment....yes, let's use our bare hands if we must
"QUE VIVA EL SUENO"
gustavo,
gracias...thanks for taking the time to read my words/thoughts.
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