Just because I feel like it...

I remember you, Amanda,
In the street after the rain
Running towards the factory where Manuel worked
The grin on your face
The rain in your hair
And nothing else mattered
Now you could be with him a little
With him
Just for five minutes
Life is eternal in just five minutes
Here comes the siren
They are back to work
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Green, how I love you green ( Read more... )

I don't remember where I first learned of the Saint Lawrence River; possibly on a map of the world that covered my mum's desk years ago, and where I sometimes did my homework in primary school. I think I spent even longer looking at the map than at my homework. I had no idea what the Saint Lawrence looked like, at what point a large river becomes ( Read more... )

It's a rickety translation; somewhere along the way, the rythm shifted from wind blowing in the sand to stumbling on rocky ground. Still, translating poetry in your head when you can't sleep is a better way to ward off stressful thoughts than counting sheep.

The hunting hornTragic and grand was our story ( Read more... )

O death, old sea-captain, it is time, let us sail!
In this country we're bored, o death, let's sail away!
If the sky and the sea are deep and dark as ink,
Our hearts, and you know them, are full of gleaming rays!

Pour poison in our cups, we'll drink it and rejoice!
For as the fire sears across our brains, we crave
The plunge in the abysse, Heaven or ( Read more... )