Sunday, April 18, 2010
Plackarnia Gen Jankego
The danger is not just a couple of strokes,
the danger is not knowing where to go,
the danger is not ever find your site
and feel you've arrived without leaving.
The danger is the ghost
plans on what you swore one day reach
and binds you hand in your shoes while recording
a number, a letter and fly a figure
, a letter and fly.
And run say a thing cowards,
but we are all cannon fodder,
I am and I do not care,
admit that more than anyone, but here
coward who is not love but here who
love is not cowardly.
The danger is losing the one you love,
with the fury unleashed by the hurricane,
check at home and not expect anyone
and no one to whom you would expect
and there is nobody who can wait.
And run they say it's cowardly thing,
but we are all cannon fodder,
I am and I do not care,
admit that more than anyone, but here
coward who is not love
but here is a coward who does not love.
The danger is when they burn the entrails,
for love or heartbreak that I care,
and value you
frost free and the air explodes and bitter
on your chest women to be
on your chest for a woman to be.
And run they say it's cowardly thing, but
we are all cannon fodder, I
am and I do not mind confessing that
more than anyone, but here
coward who is not love
but here is a coward who does not love.
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