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Posted on April 14, 2013 via Las Fantasías Gay de Pakito with 111 notes

I’m gonna put it all behind me
Like nothing ever happened between us
Nothing ever took place between you and me…
Yes
Nothin’ ever happened
And if you se me walkin’ down the street
I won’t even recognise you
I’ll just erase you from my memory
Put it all behind me
Because you are erased
All erased…

you’ll be sittin’ on someone else’s couch
You’ll be eatin’ off a stranger’s plate
Everything is gonna get wiped out
Like a new start
Like a brand new fresh clean slate
Well here I go remembering again
All the anger and the blame…
People in glass houses shouldn’t throw those stones
but … something just flew through my window pane

My my my my … (oh mama did it touch you well?)

I’ll be in a brand new pair of running shoes
And you’ll be walking on down different street
in a brand new suit and a fresh clean shirt
Makin’ telephone calls…
Keepin’ in time with someone else’s feet
Keepin’ in time with someone else’s feet

Posted on April 14, 2013 via another blade of grass with 1 note

cherbourg:

Poem by Jalal ud-Din Rumi (1207-1273), Tilda Swinton’s voice.

“If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,

Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,

Like this.

If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.

Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.

Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.

Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to “die for love,” point
here.

If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.

This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.

Like this.

When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.

Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.

Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.

Like this.

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?

Huuuuu.

How did Jacob’s sight return?

Huuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes.

Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us

Like this”