14 julho 2009

Black lizard of the dream tree

I am the black lizard of the dream tree
I eat hope and spit men.
I am dust, I am fire, I am lust.
I conquer lives, surrender souls.
Break hearts and poison spirits.
I am the black lizard of the dream tree.

7 Comments:

Blogger b said...

never quit hopping G!. changes happen and they're not always bad.

03:43  
Blogger G! said...

;-) what do you do when hope quits you?

00:45  
Blogger Johnnie Walker said...

You look for a new one.

Sobretudo never quit hopping! (hopping = saltitar!) :) eheh

23:17  
Blogger Bluedog said...

You get a new one, somewhere, somehow, unexpected and wispering you: LIFE PREVAILS ! COME WITH ME AND I'LL DRIVE YOU TO THE LAND WHERE MEN FIGHT BACK SADNESS AND MAY SEE A NEW "WONDFERFUL DAY", LOUIS ARMSTRONG WOULD SAY.

17:21  
Blogger G! said...

I'll go on hopping and hoping...

11:48  
Blogger purita said...

não gosto de répteis.blargh.

15:10  
Blogger ecila said...

Nice poem! Living in the dream tree you will eat hope forever, and if you can't find hope stop hopping ;-)

10:47  

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