for each
centimetre
that cut
from my hair
deducts the value
of me
to be here:
a man in the history
a page of the story
a line in my poetry
a second in a century
that counts for nothing
but a dream to be buried.
Written on 19 June 2015.
for each
centimetre
that cut
from my hair
deducts the value
of me
to be here:
a man in the history
a page of the story
a line in my poetry
a second in a century
that counts for nothing
but a dream to be buried.
Written on 19 June 2015.
Capture it with your eyes,
Carve it on your soul:
There is always something
That you cannot keep through the lenses,
That you cannot keep it with snaps and shots,
That you cannot re-present it by words and phrases —
Your feeling is everything
That counts.
Written on 26 December 2013.
Something about feelings.
Have not been updating recently because I was busy hunting for a job.
And now it is done.
Right — people here, in this very city, are born to be deprived.
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