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 Feb 19 London Paris
Damian
I look for you in cities where you are not
In rooms full of people I know
In places I'd like to share with you
In my dreams where my wishes come true
In my past, I thank the choices that crossed our paths
In my future, I'll be lucky to have you by my side
I could look for you endless times
But the bliss of seeing you will never faint
My heart you make sing a melody each time
just wrote this one. I should probably upload older ones
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what i like
is yesterday
or today is a level sea
see,i am as good
as you-in theory..
the white and the black..
unless of course and
i laugh at my fancy
proviso-you are better
then me-hey,i will not
look back but roll like a
calf in clover, that is
this moment..

ii

the door in the wall and
ontology-breakfast reading
with my egg and soldiers..

i prefer the middle road
now i am old
still lost in colour..
 Feb 19 London Paris
Antonia
Carry only a backpack into the future’s embrace,
Leave behind the luggage of yesterday’s trace.
It costs dearly to drag what’s past,
Travel light, for freedom holds fast.
Why do we insist to bring those heavy bags everywhere we go? Do we really need all that stuff where we’re heading?
 Feb 19 London Paris
Karen
The aloof black jaguar shrouded in mystery.
Lives in a enchanting forest under a canopy.
He dances from light to shadow with  magestic ease.
Shrouded in legends from all corners of the earth.
A beautiful mystery.
A timid old soul indeed.
When the sun goes down to night .
His golden piecing eyes come alight
Sometimes I wonder:
Why not me?
But then I pondered:
Maybe they need it more than me...
What I feel is not sadness per say.
But longing...
As if a piece of my soul were torn away,
Leaving me forever alone, incomplete.

I hope to find you in another life,
Because my love transcends this realm
And I promised I would make you mine
It was T
This is the highest truth:
Pleasure tender and sweet;
love warm and complete;
either or neither, both or extremes;
with two hands or none,
'neath moonlight and sun,
for all and for one,
consent sits supreme.
"No," is always enough.
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