nem sabia os nomes
das flores ? agora
meu jardim já era
olhando para trás
meu traseiro cobria-se
de cerejeiras em flor
Os corpos quentes
brilham juntos
na ecuridão,
a mão se move
para o centro
da carne ,
a pele treme
na felicidade
e a alma sobe
feliz até o olho -
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night."
Allen GinsbergI speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.
I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.
(An Eastern Ballad)
