LOST CITY, Paris

Paris

Then, the nothingness

 is everything

 for a while

 I could sleep for a thousand years

 like Lou Reed in Venus in Furs

 but they wouldn't awake me

 I live in dreams

 where I can't taste the cheap red wine

 in a nasty crowded bar

 drugged face

 Cosmic Madness

 with guilty, with guilty

 embracing what my body was

 Grey gardens

 lonely chairs

 in green color

 Paris -  

"LOST CITY" - (C) A.A Sanchbel (A-A S.)

The Colossus

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"S, GOSSIP TALK" Poem

                                                                                                                  A.A Sanchbel

FEELING WITH MY BLACK PEN

FEELING WITH MY BLACK PEN

Just sitting around

on a wild path

in London Town

Silence is in me

but not around

hearing people is not what I want

just sitting and loking around

Carrying my baggage

don't want to lose it at all

and I really don't know why

Just feeling the air in my fake hair

Sun is coming down

and I want to know why

although I don't really care

I just watch the grass

staring into the green

wondering about Being

thinking with my eyes

feeling with my black pen.

                                                     Alba Sanchbel
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