Andere Kunden interessierten sich auch für
![Where Are the Trees Going?]( "Where Are the Trees Going?")
Where Are the Trees Going?15,99 €![Poems in Prose]( "Poems in Prose")
Poems in Prose14,99 €![Advice to a Young Poet]( "Advice to a Young Poet")
Advice to a Young Poet15,99 €![Women's Poetry in France, 1965-1995]( "Women's Poetry in France, 1965-1995")
Women's Poetry in France, 1965-199514,99 €![Poems]( "Poems")
Poems18,99 €![Lunar Solo]( "Lunar Solo")
Lunar Solo15,99 €![The Flowers of Evil]( "The Flowers of Evil")
The Flowers of Evil15,99 €
Every bridge I crossed with you, collapsed after me, every breath of yours penetrated me... Scars are scattered across my skin, dedimented fingerprints... My heart is a compass that no longer knows its direction My soul is bloody with my body... A scream rises to the sky from the wreckage of my dreams And I... I'm still a time traveler looking for you... ** My heart is like an ice floe sometimes. Sometimes it's an arid desert. But; never a flower garden. ** When you leave; My happiness flew on butterfly wings The nights were always dressed in black, time got drunk on a glass of wine, The sleep of love escaped from my eyes, my hands without tasting its warmth. When you leave; My eyes should hold blood, he should always hear the breath of black-haired women, Poems should cry for you, living should turn into night, my lips should rust, in the bosom of crazy nights My loneliness should keep me.