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MistLook how they stand Two sedentary figures in the middle of the park Two braves ones in the plank Feeling the raindrops as they travel trough their hair Evaporating through their hands that remain warmly held …Held together until the end She will kiss him until her lips explode, he'll enjoy. Her hair is suddenly not so perfect The raindrops have washed away the layers of makeupher dress is drenched, and there she stands As beautiful as she is ever been His lips are full of her lipstickA soaked trench coat, and a mint-like breathThe fog blurs out the entire pictureTo the point that youMist
by ~Manuelav
CamuflageWe are simply soldiers of the American Dream Sometimes we are controlled by the routine Sometimes we are tied down by addiction. Face to face in front of our lover's eyes Right in front of our desire… He is dancing right on the tip of the iceberg While his own fire is freezing the water …The Ice melted him. Breaking through the paradigm Hammering a flower, watering a wall… We are all puppets of each other's idealism Deep stares, blinding darkness The neon lights of the street signs share their melancholy with us This is where the world takes a spin &nCamuflage
by ~Manuelav
BruisesAfter some time you learn to distinguish the subtle differences between holding someone in your arms and embracing someone in your soul and you learn that love does not mean having sex, just like having company does not mean feeling safe. You start to learn that a kiss is not a contract and that a gift is not a promise that you kept, you start to accept your defeats with your head up high and your eyes wide open. You start to build your pathways on "today" because "tomorrow's" earthquake is too unsafe for plans and the future has a unique way of falling into pieces… Then you realize that when something, anything is too much, even the sunBruises
by ~Manuelav
Oozethe stars are lemon drops that fit in your hand put them in your purse and take them to their land bring your own seeds and plant your roses in the sand make noise with your shoes like you have nothing to lose buy yourself a guitar and play me the blues act like you want me and give me empty clues life is the only lottery where you get to choose But alas, I was no gambler for my heart's blood began to oozeOoze
by ~Manuelav
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- Current Residence: Savannah, GA
- Print preference: Tahoma
- Interests: Mad laughs
- Favourite movie: American Beauty, Donnie Darko, The Fountain, Vanity Fair, Domino, Everythng is Illuminated
- Favourite band or musician: The Doors, Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bright Eyes, Iron & Wine, The Strokes, Adam G
- Favourite genre of music: Rock and Roll, Blues, Folk, Alternative Rock
- Favourite artist: Bob Dylan, Salvador Dali, Andy Warhol, Claude Monet
- Favourite poet or writer: Dylan, Morrison, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Wilde, Bukowski, William Blake, Suskin, Garcia Marquez, Cohelo
- Favourite style of art: From Da Vinci and Botticelli to Lichtenstein and Rauschenberg
- Operating System: Leopard
- MP3 player of choice: Itunes
- Shell of choice: Friends of mine
- Skin of choice: My own
- Favourite game: Mario 1, Mario 2, Mario 3, Super Mario, Mario64, Super Mario Galaxy
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo
- Favourite cartoon character: Mario, Aquaman, Debby Cakes, Aunt Jemima, Madeline, Mafalda
- Personal Quote: "If you keep on dragging your coat, you better not weep when someone steps all over it"
- Tools of the Trade: Pen and napkin, pen and paper, Word, Pages, Text Edit
- Email: manuelaviseras@gmail.com
- AIM: lady click clack
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