Subject: Annabelle - 100% results.

From: "jenda cherianne" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2007 18:24:36 +0900

watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
A pallid yellow lingers
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
VIII. Russia: The Great Northern Expedition
Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
How can they get the point of how a world
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
Not daring to oppose
Between the high and the low, in this night.
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
As if your human shape were what the storm
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
I bring down a bit of its light