narcisses... i love mirrors.In a way the univers is inferior to me, in other way i am inferior to everything in the world.every medium of expression seems inadequate and inferior to me when i need to express myself.So i havent created anything, i just start eveything but dont want to complete...thus i be inferior to the world, by creating nothing...
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Comments about augustine sebastian
we loved in an october
and i was withered from her heart
like a blood red autumn leaf.
there i slept forever among
the dried ones, which were
once red with love.
There is an old piano
in the room upstairs
i ran through the dried leaves..
wooden stairs screamed while i went up.
beamed fingrs of evening light
played a black and white song.
time was still as sleep
everything was silent...
even the fall of a single leafe could be heard
blooming of a flower could be heard, my
breath was softer than that,
i slept there
as the old ...