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we run

by Brutus Paulinus

the ambition when we

started the race; the gallops and

one more breath; escaped

 

(

and we felt young again

pushing the threshold

of an imaginary battle

)

 

against the unreachable sunset

that tainted; in red the salty droplet

smashing against; the gravel

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Tuesday 3rd April 2012 1:34 pm

Spring

by Brutus Paulinus

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Unknowingly you woke up this morning to 

the instant in which spring conquered the darkness
 
that accompanied you every morning out
of bed. The abstracting silence of the night
 
replaced by the symphonic call of the  first migrating geese:
passengers  of the unpredictable railway of the seasons.
 
In their shed white feathers you read about ...

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Sunday 4th March 2012 11:50 am

In Este

by Brutus Paulinus

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In Este the vineyards weeped under the expanding
fog. Her empty eyes stared at me and 
in their reverberating darkness I was trapped as
her spirit formed aged velvet crystals in my glass.
 
Violins scented of spring and a tiny droplet from her
barefooted dance inundated the morning breeze.
My foot stamped the gravel as a thinly crusted air 
forced its way into my...

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Monday 20th February 2012 11:04 pm

essential   life   Este

Connections

by Brutus Paulinus

I like the moment when my hand
opens up a window to the unknown

polar winds, a vintage of lifetimes and stories,
now caressing my combusting skin.

For an instant, we are sand: constrained and
docile to the invisibility of our surroundings.

A neon moon brings me in touch with my
most primitive instincts: claiming ownership of

the next wrong step and a turn that is a s...

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Wednesday 8th February 2012 11:44 pm

connection   dance

A distant Memory

by Brutus Paulinus

 

I see you in black and white,
a smear on my screen 
secretly opening up a door
to the unknown universe
that you now inhabit.

I feel astray and distant
from a future,
that never
came 
to 
be.

My remembrances of us are
so unlike the motionless
image flickering on my screen:
constantly metamorphosing,
from perfection to a man
living in the delicate body ...

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Monday 30th January 2012 10:42 pm

remembrances   love

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