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DONNE SINGLE IN CERCA DI UOMINI A GUAYAQUIL



Donne single in cerca di uomini a guayaquil


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Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd. What is a man anyhow? Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs! The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place. I am satisfied--I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes, That they turn from gazing after and down the road, And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent, Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead? Firm masculine colter it shall be you! Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Informazioni sui prezzi I prezzi sono invariati rispetto alla passata edizione: They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth. The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the apice.


Donne single in cerca di uomini a guayaquil

In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows and the great monsters lying low, In vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky, In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs, In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods, In vain the razor-bill'd auk sails far north to Labrador, I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff. I resign myself to you also--I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you. I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips. She owns the acuto house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window. Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the affatto on the side of a rock has. What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel. The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen. Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index. I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them. Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?


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