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"Eat Your Heart Out" series

we go to bed and I hold her
speechlessly from the back
my arm around her neck
I touch her wrists and hands
feel up to
her elbows
no further.
she gets up.
this is it, she says,
this will do. well,
I'm going.

Algumas fotos daqui, uma daqui...


7 comentários:

Leovi disse...

The poem and the sequence of photos shows in a mood pretty confusing, indecisive and desperate.

Regiani Moraes disse...

Belíssimo blog!

Beatrix Kiddo disse...

"a mood pretty confusing, indecisive and desperate" that's right :)

Pulha Garcia disse...

Bukowski, como sabes, é um dos meus preferidos.

(Gostei bastante da sensibilidade do teu blog, e identifiquei-me com as escolhas.)

Rrose disse...

deliciei-me!

Mara disse...

great poem, and the pics are really beautiful. I specially love the gif from Lost in translation. That scene, the end when they say goodbye and it starts to sound Just Like Honey, it's one of my favorite scenes from the cinema history ;)

João disse...

eish a primeira imagem, o que isso me veio lembrar...
a capa do álbum baseada em Magritte...