i grew mellow my fruit

29 09 2010

I walked through the summer time with its long sunburned days and short tender nights
I grew my roots deep to satisfy my thirst and my green foliage leisurely sang secrets of the earth
I can recall now, that very afternoon, there were two kids under my shadow completely giving themselves to one another
I brought them, then, asleep and I grew mellow my evening’s fruit
They were fed all night long the cell of their land I had transformed; and they spoke out stories from distant hours and other ground: stories that juice dropped up to the mouth roof
There is an infinite journey inside this very apricot you’re biting

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29 09 2010
brexians

αυτο το infinite journey με εκφραζει απολυτα!
αν και μου αρεσει το κομματι, ” I can recall now, it was one afternoon, when two kids under my shadow gave themselves to one another”
καλημερα!

29 09 2010
aeglie

η νοσταλγία είναι πολύ ισχυρή δύναμη – άλλωστε, εκείνο που σπρώχνει το ταξίδι είναι η ανάγκη να θρέψουμε τη μνήμη

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