Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Thousands Millions Revolutionaries






The baby is lasting basting of  breathing… hupoo… hupoo… hup… his little body full of bullet wounds, like petals early  spring frost, his little traitorous world of motionless lied under cold revealed  soil but But, spring is coming never stop! Watch him  in his spring  he will grows Giant Red Stars, he will be everywhere, astronomical forbearance, squinted gaps of broken concretes, frosty void cold heartlands, loutish world, slick snarling fierce fearless … his little feet grow, walking with matchless grace in his giant foot steps, you watch him his supreme life…