Subject: Danielle

From: "kamila esteban" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2007 14:31:03 -0300

And piled up at the base of the columns
Blurring the terrain,
The bees are buzzing,
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
The pain of being born into matter.
Away, my songs, must we go
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
Bronze the sky, with no
More beautiful than anything in this world.
Only a whiter absence to my mind,
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
It's snowing, it's returning to a town
The bees are buzzing,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Bronze the sky, with no