7 Year Old With Pain In Legs

At the dawn of morning, the child looks at the sea
The rising tide of light
And the concrete walls
s Clouds 'go in
By pulling the background stars
Looks like he will make clear
may be on the horizon

The child picks up the pieces of plaster
to Torn walls without foundation
The slips into his pocket
Like candy
"It will be tomorrow morning" to him

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is to silence to say .... Psychotropic

I would say. But ultimately, I'll shut up. There are so many reasons why you still accounts for me, so much suffering for which you haunt me more than once. I'd like to say but words do not come. Looks like I'm more healthy saliva. I have poison in my veins. So is it worth me decide? I want to tell you but ultimately, it is the silence to say that I loved you, you hurt me but only as crazy as it sounds, I want you, Whatever ... I love you.

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HICS

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in petrol fumes and alcohol
In the smoke that sticks flabby,
There's joy, penalties immolate,
It makes spots, halos;

We sailed well in the bitter HICS,
When the sea comes home in this music
Empty Child estuary wanton
Then divided into the sad tropics

is not our war for tragic
That turns into madness psychiatric
Filling of land needs phallic;

When today is far removed from yesterday And
Runs in a river, carrying along the
magical memories.

. Tilou.

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Your tagada

Sea effluvium
has bubbled by heart
Smells effort love
In body for hours
Do not forget your pill
On the way back
Otherwise it will bubble
Who will be no soap
Yet it would have a bitter taste

You can all me blame
Even if your misery
the point of no return
I have nothing more to do
Let your lies
In my portmanteau hung
And while I think
If you I could spin
Your tagada embryonic

filerai I will plan to return
thereby
Since you forgot
What was here
Let was lovers
Etale well your mascara
believed you got a little cry
It will make a point less
But have you ever won ...

...

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Sore

Mom, Mom, Tell me why
boats
They run backwards
Why Sea
She cares
She spits out her mother washed

Mom, Mom
Tell me why ships
They have no desire to resume From
bitter

Draw a line
dotted
Turn eyes

Murder sensations
Newly born

To your heart bruised
To your heart murderer

You have violated your heart
Violating our newborn
You who thought blade sea
What had no desire to Mom



And I push my glasses up your feet

To to walk over
Or you fall to earth

Y always has good and bad
You who look at the world With your eyes
adolescents
You think you're a woman
even a flame
Just a girl's nothing bashful

You who rubs salt into your wound

And forget you prefer not heal
you prefer to navigate through
Of your sails hoisted upside

And you will see my mother
superficial
All words in this mess
In this orgy of gall
Whether you love so much


You'll have everything explode
blood in your womb
And we will throw these flesh
In bowl toilets
Nobody has nothing to Not even you do

Since everyone wants to forget
Stop squawking about love

Bury Life
And live peacefully our dead

Tilou, February 23, 2007

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Sometimes mother really ....

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You know, I Caro
lines sometimes, but not words
I sometimes notes but not the piano
You know sometimes I
the heart but not the brain
I sometimes signs but nothing beats
Your body cello
Your breasts plural notes
Your mouth is silent
Even the story is not beautiful
Even it is full of gall
You're not my child
But you're my child short
You hate me, I know
But I, what have I done?
Remember this night misery
You were only to make or break
To not lie to me
To not vomit
I saw her face full of blood
Days, nights, dreams during
Yet
I can not really
From not feel you as before
Because you know now, I sometimes
gestures but not love,
I sometimes envy but not gestures,
Sometimes I love that has been downloading, I have my
nothing forever
I have this emptiness in me, none of this desire
So you see, Caro
my saying that we should not return ...
...
So you know, Caro
I'm leaving without saying a word


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season .... More I can make thee yield thy

source: Philippe De Jonckheere


is still the night is coming black repaint the walls that we wanted white
is still nothing that suspends the hope for a tomorrow that we wanted singing
We would have liked to undo our chains or learn to fly
We would gladly do what he had to relearn to dream
We would have shot this shyness that leads us to hide
We could put in the closet this illusory hope that we chained
You never understand how it all walk
It claimed thousands of terminals and one walks
We stop at a station but it was decommissioned
You are told that the bus no longer goes by, it's been years
You are told it is good to dream but not too
What if you fall from high
But they will say that anyway
We already have the back ground
So no matter if Now, we must kill
We understand that here, do not steal
So it matters little now there are no more season


Tilou, February 22, 2007: '(

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me

The months pass and they are like the days they look alike ... And
me, I feel like a wreck
My heart sways, which clings to other
And I do not know where I go, it seems
Looks like my head, time does the lava
As if your wounds I wanted to keep them as ours

And tonight, I'm in front of that piece of paper
A note with my tears, the impossible to scream
No I do not hate you, I do not hate you
I want to write, putting words in my
The unspeakable that we will never shirk
I want to see you and hold you in my arms
Be the blotter of your madness and your troubles
I want to stay a part of you

The months they spend
They weary me
is your image that embraces me
I can make thee yield thy
me as I was a part of you
Without you, I'm not myself

And tonight, the ink has been spilled
On the book which records
All I've ever had
Neither the courage, or rabies
to put here or there, where it rained
And the clouds came back

The months they spend
They me tired
is your image that embraces me
I can make thee yield thy me
I was like a part of you
Without you, I'm not myself

Tilou

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