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La nuit glissait
Le crépuscule tombait brutalement  Sans se parer  Mais sans blessure  Ni aux genoux ni aux poignets  Pas de sang  Moite et presque noir 
Le soir Le crépuscule tombe  Et dans sa chute Un vertige Voltige  L’angoisse du silence Moite et presque noir A la gorge serrée  Mais sans blessure 
Le crépuscule du matin sera frais  Moite et presque noir  Avant le soleil relevé  Sans se parer  Ni aux genoux ni aux poignets Mais à gorge déployée Vestige  De la veille 
/ Fabienne PASSAMENT. 2024
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sio2221 · 4 months
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"Combien de temps cela prend au silence
pour faire mourir les impressions d'éternité ?"
Le bleu au ventre, Leïla Fréger Kneppert
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awacatin · 10 months
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can't I just get paid to sit at the beach and stare at crabs all day and watch them move their funny little legs
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trav3rixx · 2 years
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paciencia se le escurre por los dedos, es poca y ahora es inexistente, acción es ejecutada sin pensarlo dos veces: “estás ahí hace como veinte minutos, ¿qué carajo, hombre?” mientras habla en voz algo elevada, mano derecha es la que da uno, dos, tres, cuatro golpes secos sobre puerta, retumbando, a ver si hay suerte o respuesta del otro lado. “jodido” 
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deadtothebones · 2 months
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mí papá no sabía usar el celular y lo único que aprendió a hacer fue que le lleguen notificaciones de los partidos de river kjjjj
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mona-liar · 8 months
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I know the mutuals and I have not been agreeing with that poetry tournament from a while back here on tumblr and while I do not 100% agree with the selection of the german poetry tournament currently running, I do feel at home and proven right that - in comparison - english poetry (or at least the contemporary english poetry scene) is inherently inferior to other languages/countries because why the fuck was there so much free verse poetry? Where are the rhymes, the stanzas, the meter? What the fuck is english so fucking afraid of?
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cherryirne · 4 months
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She was looking.
She was looking
through the eyes of a feral animal,
but not a meek doe,
but a wounded deer.
She was looking,
and Her
lilac-white-green checkered dress
was speaking,
no,
even shouting
instead of Her.
She was looking
at me, and my unreasonable heart
broke its rhythm, excitedly beating the dance,
that is, it existed
on the verge of paradox and rationality,
and this intoxicating feeling
made my head feel lighter.
She was looking.
Her pompadour
was not coyly lush,
and her hat
sat on it very neatly,
but what do I care
about these details,
because Her movements and gestures,
Her dianic audacity
captivated me
much stronger than looks;
however -
She was looking, and I almost cried
from the blessed light
of the fire in my chest.
She was looking,
and Her earthy eyes
looked so good in this syringa-colored dress…
She was looking,
now She's my muse,
but that day
i did not know about it yet.
from n. jones to miss rita.
for my novel.
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moonbeam108 · 7 months
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Youth memories | Воспоминание юности
ENG | RU
ENG | RU a cup of coffee, a book with Marina Tsvetaeva's poetry, -
for sure, poems are printed on old soviet yellowed paper, but this makes it more romantic, crunncchi and papery-aromatic, just like Marina Ivanovna's electric poetry, -
summer morning in the countryside, i'm outside in front of a gazebo, and everyone is asleep in the house:
i'm sitting on a cold plastic chair, watching the sky getting lighter, acorns and small branches are falling on my head, the scent of my coffee persistently breaking into my nose.
i turn on Paramore. I use speakers of my smartphone cause thus i can listen to the songs, to birds, to croaking frogs by the riverside, to the wind, to the falling acorns and to the cars driving somewhere there on the other bank of the river, very far from here, where, perhaps, there is someone who has been waiting for me.
my heart turns sour, crunncchy paper softens with salty humidity of sea surf of my eyeballs. Marina Ivanovna, I understand you so deeply.
everybody is asleep at home and nobody knows I sneaked into the garden and am sitting here.
everybody is asleep at home and nobody knows that i am here.
everybody is asleep and nobody knows i am here.
everybody's asleep. i'm here.
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чашка кофе, томик со стихами Марины Цветаевой, -
конечно же, напечатанных на старой советской, пожелтевшей от времени бумаги, но от того более романтичной, хрустской и бумажно-ароматной, как и электрические стихи Марины Ивановны, -
летнее утро на даче, и я сижу на улице перед беседкой, когда все в доме ещё спят;
я сижу на белом холодном пластиковом стуле, смотрю на рассветающее небо, сверху мне на голову падают жёлуди и веточки, в нос мне настойчиво пробивается аромат кофе из кружки.
я включаю Paramore. Включаю из динамиков телефона, а не в наушниках, потому что так я смогу слышать и песни, и птиц, и квакающих на речке лягушек, и ветер, и падающие жёлуди, и как на другом берегу, далеко, очень далеко, там, где меня, может быть, кто-нибудь ждёт, ездят машины.
у меня щемит сердце. хрусткая бумага размякает под солёной влагой морского прибоя глазных яблок. Марина Ивановна, как я вас понимаю.
в доме все ещё спят, и никто не знает, что я проник в сад и сижу здесь.
в доме все спят, и никто не знает, что я здесь
все спят, и никто не знает, я – здесь
все спят. я здесь.
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oviri7 · 10 months
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Assis au bord de la fontaine Son souvenir seul m’arrose J’entends son cœur dans ma poitrine Murmurer le jasmin et la rose
Ariya S.
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La poésie
Quand tu me vois penchée sur ma feuille blanche  Comme Narcisse sur son miroir d’eau,  Ne crois pas que je suis seule et loin de toi.  C’est l’écriture qui nous relie,  Rien de honteux.   Ne détourne pas tes yeux étanches.  Comprends ! Regarde-nous !  Comprends donc que la poésie n’est pas jolie,  Prends acte de ma parole même si elle est impolie  Puisque c’est aussi pour toi que je flanche  Et que je tranche quelquefois  Dans le vif du sujet  Juste différemment de toi ! 
/ Fabienne PASSAMENT. 2024 Atelier d'écriture d'après Maya ANGELOU
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sainz · 11 months
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no se si voy a poder soportar ver a carlos con modelos que parecen todas iguales. isa vuelve porfa alguien con cerebro al menos🙏
pereza extrema las influencers/modelos que van ahí a lo que van pero bueno, confío en carlos y su buen taste 😃
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frogenthusiastt · 1 year
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god free verse really is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off
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agosto 15. tan libre cómo uno puede ser y aún así añorando la libertad.
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ritsu618 · 1 year
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Dios, mientras veía Urusei yatsura de repente mi mente dijo: "Oye, y si Sora ocupará el lugar de Lum?"
Y yo en plan de: ¿Enserio? En lugar de estar pensando en como continuar un fanfic Soxeha, prefieres pensar en eso!?
Mi cerebro: Sí, ahora hazlo
Yo: Bueno, a trabajar...
So, termine haciendo estos pequeños bocetos de Sora vestido como Lum, supongo que el contexto rápido es que Sora se terminó enamorando de Riku, pero este se encuentra enamorado de Kairi(?)
Así que sería un amor no correspondido... (?)
Mucha angustia para mi pobre corazón, más tarde, quizás mañana haga una pequeña reinterpretación con Sora y Riku jajaja
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edgarmoser · 2 years
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son dernier album 2013
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zouzou - il est parti comme il était venu
1966
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ses mémoires
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losjavis · 2 years
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necesito más entrevistas y contenido porque me aburroooo 😖
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