Wednesday, 11 April 2012

translating babel

It's an unusual behaviour. Something that I've never seen before. They say there's some kind of different background. She acts. In fact, she is, she doesn't etc. Poetry describes words of despair; acts, passion. Her desire of being alive is linked to love. It flies as a peaceful dove. Or transcends. Her eyes burn, it is difficult to turn and not to appreciate her beauty: how she walks, talks and is.

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