Wednesday, March 2, 2011


The leaves of color in the trees of night
And the blue-green vine joining the sky to the trees,
The great-bodied wind
Spares them. Avalanche, through its transparent head
The light, a swarm of insects, vibrates and dies out.

Miracle unclothed, crumbling, rupture
For a single being.

The loveliest unknown
Is always dying.

Stars of her heart in the eyes of everyone.

-Capital of Pain

Mothers are nature's promise that you will have a friend for life!(Thanks for that one Gabriel)

She knows it, she can feel birth and death, truth and untruth of everything.