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Little breeze in the wind that drifts over and under lovers Little breeze in the wind that chills the flame of a once fiery heart Little breeze in the wind running through the city touching each and every one of us.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
pouca brisa no vento
Colorful shapes of sound streaming out of brass instruments. The musician attempts to navigate, but he has very little say. The music has a mind of its own and a story to be told. The musician is the medium.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Trumpet Sounds
Questions, questions, questions. Solitary. stemming from a grass-less plot of land, all sand. Was this      really          strange                flower. "How?" " What the?" " Is that possible?" muttered the group, about seven or eight of them. All sporting backpacks. The day went, the sun lackadaisically moved from one side to the other. When about 3/4th of the way there, a little wide smiling baboon locked it's eyes on this flower. All in a moments laughter cackle, spittle spattered. hitting the dry, dust. tears rolling down the eyes of this little primate. wise, fulfilled. the tears and spittle filled the ground. Four months now since that moment, that watered the earth and gave birth to    another            strange                   questionable                                  flower.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Strange Flower pt.1
moon over head the streets of the barrio cracked side walks and loud music construing the eager young mind, he was about nine. El barrio, I write to you an open notebook I fill of memories black and blue. El barrio, you didn't think i'd make it. for only the forsaken make it. El barrio, my neighborhood flooded with dreams of other places names without faces. life and all else you will find between these city walls.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Young boy's scribble.
complete silence everything is in. no voice, sound, nothing, take a listen.. white walls, repeated shapes, mainly squares, inside them an empty face. and then another.. the day goes by, then the next four we wait, anticipate the little bit o' sunshine, friday.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Little bit o' sunshine
I continued to walk along the dusty road with an open mouth and a stuffy nose. Came upon me-- all in a sudden moment-- I recall a smiling tiger, with a gaping jaw. Taken a back and very startled, it took some time to muster up courage, but then I started: "Tiger, you know me-- that I know. Tiger, now we meet, friends not foe. Lets proceed, and together grab something to eat." The tiger shocked at my diplomacy, and bravery, hesitatingly responded, "ok."
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
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