life cycle Ode to
Monday, March 14, 2011
Miosotis Milena Velba Beach
I was roaring down the road
:
the sun popped like corn burning
land and was warmly
an infinite circle with
sky above an empty blue.
passed along to me
bicycles,
the only insects that
of minutes
dry summer,
stealthy,
swift, transparent
:
seemed
only air movement. Workers and girls
to factories were
delivering
eyes to summer
heads to heaven,
sitting in the elytra
of the whirling bicycles
whistling across
bridges, rosebushes, brambles and midday
.
I thought of the evening when the boys wash
,
sing, eat, lift
a glass of wine in honor
love and life, and the door
waiting
stationary bicycle because
only motion was
soul and there is no drop
transparent insect that runs
the summer, but
cold skeleton
only recovered one body
wandering the urgency
y la luz,
es decir,
con
la
resurrección
de cada día.
(Pablo Neruda)
"My Bike"
I want my bike to ride it fast .
If no one is around us I will feel so fine.
I want to ride without my hands,
daddy just showed me how to hold my bike.
This is the chance that I've got to stay free
from my mind and 'till my bones
How do I feel with my hands holding trees...
it's beatiful it's love...
it's beatiful it's love...
My friends can't catch me, they can't ride fast,
daddy could catch me, he's got a big one
I want my bike to ride it fast.
If no one is around us I will feel so fine.
This is the chance that I've got to stay free
from my mind and 'till my bones
How do I feel with my hands holding trees...
it's beatiful it's love...
it's beatiful it's love...
You could be so close to me,
you could have a bike I know you know how!
Don't be shy, stay by my side,
don't let me think you're just like someone else!
High, I feel high, it's alright!
Because you're mine, I can fly, just me and my bike.
Not anybody else could even try to rise us.
(Sexy Sadie)
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