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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

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

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

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

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