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
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,

lit up moon.

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

waving love
i see you leaving

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


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