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Silently and alone

From the shadows of a fifth floor window,

I watch as the New York night

Roars and flashes at me.

Its barbituate heat weighs upon me,

Paralysing me,

Deadening my thoughts

As I slip slowly in and out of relative space.

I lose my grasp, and as I fall

My last glimpse is of the candle on the sill

Burning in homage

To something unknown.

A Full Heart

Happiness is..

A kiss from a gorgeous guy who might love you if you didnt leave

Crossing the Andes with a lovely old woman

Silently sharing her chocolate mints,

Watching the sun set in a blush of pink

And feeling free.

Song of the Open Road

Song of the Open Road

From this hour I ordain myself

loos´d of limits and imaginary lines,

going where I list, my own master

total and absolute

listening to others,

considering well what they say,

pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,

gently, but with undeniable will

divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

Walt Whitman