Give me your eyes
"I Stepped out on a busy street I
See a man and our eyes meet
Does he best to smile at me or
To hide what’s underneath
There's a man just to my right
Black suit and a bright red tie
Too ashamed to tell his wife
He's out of work
He's buying time
All those people going somewhere
Why have I never cared?"
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| cheater of the heart | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| acknowledging what it is | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| the ocean | 1 | 06/15/2009 |
| treasured box | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| mamma | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| my marathon | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| The Mirror | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| INNOCENTS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| the path | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| THE ANGEL IN MY DREAMS | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| My Sister | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| stop killing me | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| The Rose and the ghost | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| Tell Me Why ? | -10 | 06/28/2009 |
| Give me your eyes | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| Son | 1 | 06/14/2009 |
| freedom | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| Thunder and lighting | -3 | 05/19/2009 |
| MOUNTAINS OF HOPE | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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