Sunday, May 8, 2011

Watch Digital Playground

Lullaby to a Mother-Son.




When you entered
I am your flag.

When you sin I am your temptation. When you search the air

I become your bronchi.

If you were a singer I would be song.

If you were the moon I would land.
insomnia
If you were me, your hallucination,
when you come in tears
be your handkerchief. When you are

idea I will be, your revolution.

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