vineri, 26 martie 2010

Când inima-și desface toți nasturii

A tiny spider came out of it.. of my heart
Then came a frog, and ate the spider.
My heart watched..

Then came a man, who spoke only in despair
And tortured the frog part by part
It was hard to bear.. but again, my heart watched

Then raindrops fell on the spider's web
And the man's thirst was eased.
My heart? It was there. It still is.
It can't watch, but is she pleased?

And then was I,
the one that takes her lips and cry with them
and makes it rain..
In the mouth of man.

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