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Un relat de: AinhoaCreia que no pasaria
Que olors i humitats
no cremen,
no tornen
Pero ho fan, i jo
jo et busco
De nit
entre els llençols
Seda i saliva,
llengua i mossegada
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Torna
Que sola no em trobo
I el meus dits
imperfectes
maldestres
no em fan
sentirte a prop
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Ainhoa Dios Medà
l´Autor
24 Relats
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Valoració de l'autor: 9.72
Biografia:
Barcelona, 26 Febrer 1976--------------------------------------------------------------------
A Charles Bukowski...
BULLET PROOF POET
(Tyla)
As the preacher stumbles from his castle of sin
And his vision gets distorted from the bottle within
But his mouth slurs out the words from a sober heart
They cut deep into open nerves then they tear you apart
This is the ballad of the bullet proof poet
This is the ballad, don't I know it
He gave Jesus tattoos and took the devil's soul
He got the angels drunk and gave them the gutter for a home
This is the ballad of the bullet proof poet
This is the ballad, don't I know it
He loved the most beautiful girl in the mist of wine
A last kiss through cigarette smoke then she quietly slipped of the edge of time
This is the ballad of the bullet proof poet
This is the ballad, don't I know it