Posted by: Zigzapiens | January 25, 2012

mixed-translation or lx air & azorean whiskey

Crawlin forth up rivers
hungry for moments
spoiled dreams
that roam
Trees in chemichal
unbalance.
scorched by waters
of chemichal bothers
dwellin’in favor of gods
yet to mystify

 

woke up  longing from the dream

on top of the island

sun’s breathing,

glooming
lit up moon.

from the summit, high air,
gulls and terns dive
gliding over-sea.

waving love
i see you leaving

go,
kneel to the golden dawn
clarity of the day, fall.
gull low flight’s
effortless, dodge.

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