Titles About Body Disorders

mud

There are silences

living things bloom and blossom in the lives.


through the streets you know and do not run;

reside in the secret of the moon and between the branches of the mulberry becomes
smell. There are silences


covering the nights
leaving uncovered only the sides.


remain in God's footsteps echo in the silence, where everything takes us back

as drawn from the same speech, the genesis of a day


where a woman kneeling on time, on dry ground crying



has created an offshoot of mud.



Beatrice Niccolai

Wittnauer Compared To Rolex

the free flowering of a wild meadow

I'd say
"now I dive into the sea I want to take a flower


Understanding the world of poets
is down to the depths
there and start running as if it were largest of the prairies.

The poet is not always true
never will reveal his top secret, even if you

condemn the infamy of the lie,

E 'already dead too many times
for because thou kill.

It seems to be lost in the sea while you run and where you
Dimple waves,
will emerge from the darkest depths,
the free flowering of a wild meadow



Beatrice Niccolai

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Small Spots Of Blood In Knickers

dressed in white in the flight of wild ducks

Some nights I wear all the nakedness of my years. I am the truth



of a bare tree and a promise that I carry with me before he started

from the eternal.


some evenings I feel all the evil of life, as a labor

that I can not stand, like an ancient

promise to keep.

.
wild ducks in flight
rises as distracted by the noise in the reeds
another day.

Beatrice Niccolai