don’t call me at night, please
by hanz polilla
to Beauty Freedom, who is laughing now, wherever you are.
you were
–and you are yet–
the most beautiful
dream that I ever had
in this horrible life
but dreams are dreams
and this life
is hard,
you know that,
and always I’ll tell you
”thanks”, for give me a piece of smile,
a piece of pasion
when I was in center of the storm,
but stop please
don’t call me each night
which I can’t sleep,
maybe tomorrow,
or the next week,
or the next month,
or maybe the next year,
but I promiese you
that I’m going to be with you
some day
early or late
but don’t call me this night.
remember that everybody
are going to be there,
but only some pleople
–some kind of people–
can be with you,
and I hope be one of them
but I know
(in my soul)
that I am not one of them,
I am fighting now,
and you can see that
I am now the person that could be with you
but my hearts can more than me,
for that
and for other things,
babe,
please,
help me,
don’t heart me,
don’t kill me,
but if you want to do that
please, do it now
now
no more words,
no more hopes,
no more plans,
no more excuses,
you know all the true
and I almost know it, too
but all the world can change,
and I did it
–I’m trying to do it–
only close your eyes
and thing about it,
or fell it,
I know that you can do it,
but if you can’t
don’t worry
you are a little girl
you are a little dream
my little girl
my little dream
and dreams always are present
and someday
maybe you and me
can talk
without the world
without the body,
but not now,
I’m working
I don’t want to do the same thing
again.
Miércoles, 08 de septiembre de 2004
01:16 p.m.
to Beauty Freedom, who is laughing now, wherever you are.
you were
–and you are yet–
the most beautiful
dream that I ever had
in this horrible life
but dreams are dreams
and this life
is hard,
you know that,
and always I’ll tell you
”thanks”, for give me a piece of smile,
a piece of pasion
when I was in center of the storm,
but stop please
don’t call me each night
which I can’t sleep,
maybe tomorrow,
or the next week,
or the next month,
or maybe the next year,
but I promiese you
that I’m going to be with you
some day
early or late
but don’t call me this night.
remember that everybody
are going to be there,
but only some pleople
–some kind of people–
can be with you,
and I hope be one of them
but I know
(in my soul)
that I am not one of them,
I am fighting now,
and you can see that
I am now the person that could be with you
but my hearts can more than me,
for that
and for other things,
babe,
please,
help me,
don’t heart me,
don’t kill me,
but if you want to do that
please, do it now
now
no more words,
no more hopes,
no more plans,
no more excuses,
you know all the true
and I almost know it, too
but all the world can change,
and I did it
–I’m trying to do it–
only close your eyes
and thing about it,
or fell it,
I know that you can do it,
but if you can’t
don’t worry
you are a little girl
you are a little dream
my little girl
my little dream
and dreams always are present
and someday
maybe you and me
can talk
without the world
without the body,
but not now,
I’m working
I don’t want to do the same thing
again.
Miércoles, 08 de septiembre de 2004
01:16 p.m.
Comentario:
hola, bueno, leí tu zine, el 3er número, yo también he publicado en tráfico, quería saber si podría usar ese subtítulo de tu zine:"quienes no leen son más felices" y hablar sobre el segundo número de un zine que pienso sacar... hablamos, un gusto, cambio.