Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I Wolf





I wolf, cold wind,

fur made of beatings, the night

has slits my throat,

you stand still, within death reach

and only a thin blade set me apart from you

but i let you go, as i always do.












Je suis loup,vent froid

pelage fait de battements, la nuit

a tranché ma gorge,

tu restes là, à portée de mort

et seule une fine lame me sépare de toi

mais je te laisse partir,comme toujours.

























Picture Lissy Laricchia















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