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Escribano

Posts: 6416
Joined: Jul. 6 2003
From: England, living in Italy

While we are at it...

I doodle sometimes

To me... love is flamenco, flamenco is love..... to me
In love, I project the rest of my life onto the canvas of a some poor soul.
Flamenco? It projects its future onto me.

Drawn to the bright light of its lamp
I don't see the image it burns behind.
Only you can see.

If I duck from it then it has gone.
The image I'll never see, nor the lamp that burnt me.

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REPORT THIS POST AS INAPPROPRIATE | Date May 11 2004 22:14:48