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Bernard Marie Koltes 4 ever in love

"The absolute cruelty is not a man injures another, or mutilates, or tortures, or snatches the limbs and head, or even make the crying, the true and terrible cruelty is that of man or animal that makes a man or animal unfinished, which interrupts as an ellipsis in the middle of a sentence, which turns away from him after looking at that Indeed, the animal or human error of the gaze, a miscalculation, a mistake, like a letter that has begun and we just suddenly crumples after writing the date. "

Bernard Marie Koltes

-In the solitude of cotton fields

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Nervous breakdown minor

* dialogue between me and myself *

Urgency
Find the urgency of writing out the The head of
flow into words, sentences, following terms that might eventually form the meaning

would end the slump. My writing
deconstructed over the penalties inflicted upon me
My writing

save me From the shame and destruction
to be there yet.

I searched I searched wounds
these spaces that push the sword
push my pen to scratch

scabs or scratch paper
I sought inspiration in the flesh parted
The yawning gaps of bodies.

I wanted to shelter my heart in any chest provided it does beat
electroshock
I sought inspiration in your smile lost
Reviving the colors by the tides of evil.

I saw you again.

You stand there, always right, always present.
You stand there and I hate you I hate you I love
forever. You
your breath cold air, your insurance flawless
You move in life and leave me dead

Years back in the depths of your memory that tambourine

corpse in the closet.
I hate you my love and hope you lose everything to find you naked
, febrile, depending
addicted to a drug that made me bitter
I hate your purity and your body still white
I hate your lips, your arms Your eyes,
I hate you as I can.

I saw you again and I look through the dirt.
I can not cry.
I can not yell.
I can only watch you smile

as a hymn to life that I did not care to wait

the end of path, the end of the tunnel.

Waiting by the river waiting in the sun waiting

across my skin, in my head waiting
something happens
something shatters. Waiting
uproar.

I've reviewed my presence to cry, to remember that I was there and I am no longer
I've seen to learn, grow
to build my rage
destroy my memories.
I stand alone, bloody, amid the carnage
I have no arms, no legs shredded

more fingers at my feet
more shoulders, more than I have no trunk
a mouth that is drowning in the wind
I am a puddle of flesh lying on the pavement
you trampled each day my love
murderer without knowing what you do.

I am not come to say goodbye, my love I came to
especially
not believe I'm coming for your beauty, my angel
For m'englober in your schema.


I came to tell you I'm fine all is well

that life without you feels nothing but

it is something worth to me for my happiness

that everything is
just fine without pain
without cracking, it is smooth

for
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