Nothing remains of your body my poor lad, come back tomorrow and the day after. We have new arrivals every fucking day.

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Side by side little touch elbow while looking with a ball-eye towards malice.
Resigned to call anything pleasure for the sake of kissing any brain.
I can’t see but the wind.
Title of perdition; name of Francois.

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Poetry

The father, the mother, and the decay of innocence.

Decay, decadence or deliquescence and the DRAGON inside the rock, almost fossilized, yet able to vote one has to take part.

Grand air awaits thou though; at all time. Destiny opens its arms like a mother

Pick a rock

F. Aleta – Freaking Poems, 2007

YOU WILL NOT SEE ANYTHING

Forever under the sand stay there you will with an infinity of winds above your head that will never let you see the light but you will hear Moses’ steps and the rumors of wars and you will feel the heat of many fires and at last you will not want to get out of the cozy sand, you will sleep.

F. Aleta – Freaking Poems, 2007

Nothing remains of your body my poor lad, come back tomorrow and the day after. We have new arrivals every fucking day.

F. Aleta – Freaking Poems, 2007

Pull my hair, flock of peacocks, I’ll sing you a song. Let me know if you feel anything. Like the weight of solitude for example, or the vanity of your name. I will help you in any case, because that is what women do.

F. Aleta – Freaking Poems, 2007

Yester

Tappet, swatter, boon biting at wool. Still cat you see, wrote and felt. The situation is not going away.

F. Aleta – Freaking Poems, 2007

YES MASTER

Yes Master, said the turtle to the mouse.
And nobody reacted.
I think it is funny because you would expect someone to react. But nobody said shit.

F. Aleta – Freaking Poems, 2007

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