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beautiful poem, excellently conveyed about that human habit of interference. It's a bit like when the telephone rings! Best Helen >From: "erminia" <[log in to unmask]> >Reply-To: [log in to unmask] >To: <[log in to unmask]> >Subject: Re: Explotations >Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 11:55:56 -0000 > >"A morning vision" > >Light in your bright body >driven to hardness >by eyes along the line >of your white thighs, >made wild >by bedtime thoughts >strangely luminous >as calcium. > >The principle behind >my calculation >is exploitation, >the diagonal tension >on an official custom, >implying you >knowing nothing. > >At last, >collapsed >into these flowered habits >of the petite bourgeoisie, >with your old mother >seated like a doll on the edge of my bed, >wearing a candid apron, you naked > >in your angelic posture, >sunk into the armchair. > >erminia > >http://www.geocities.com/erminia_passannanti/ > > > _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%