streams of life
By benafim
Streams of Life.Dear God, make me my mind an oasis of tranquillity, but don't chime your great admiration for me from the bell tower when I walk back to my ship from 'Campo Alegre,' smelling of your summer.This idyllic place where spotted pigs grow fat on, still, erectile condoms floating in a ditch of sailors longing and where rum is a river which makes the silent sing.When morning broke and I turned around for a last look at this place of fractured dreams, infertile Illusion you blessed me by covering the scene of spent lust with a blanket of virginal mist. Written November 3rd, 2001 © on Nov 03 2001 05:49 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Streams of Life.Dear God, make me my mind an oasis of tranquillity, but don't chime your great admiration for me from the bell tower when I walk back to my ship from 'Campo Alegre,' smelling of your summer.This idyllic place where spotted pigs grow fat on, still, erectile condoms floating in a ditch of sailors longing and where rum is a river which makes the silent sing.When morning broke and I turned around for a last look at this place of fractured dreams, infertile Illusion you blessed me by covering the scene of spent lust with a blanket of virginal mist...."