Learn Indian Hand Embroidery

Thread hot needles while storing sperm my clumsy love in your bag, I am alone with the clock counting dead with their tic-tac, bleachers full of zombies looking for a winner, numbers that deserve the grave powder, hope cement cage, eyes, smelling of burnt cross without resurrection, that groove coughing blood leaving my words, crutches back with a farewell, drying crown came at last in this reverie of mental hospital, with sliding walls and track-sharp blades, the dog tearing that old rag doll that is my soul. Fine words, as women, shrivel and die in the end.

Jacques Brel - Ne me quitte pas

   
 not let me forget 
 Everything must be forgotten 
 
 who runs away and forget the time of the misunderstandings 
 
 Y 
 lost time Wonder how these hours 
 Forget Who killed 
 sometimes blows of why 
 
 The heart of happiness 
     not leave me (x4)     
 
 I will offer you pearls 
 Arrivals 
 rain 
 country where it does not rain 
 I dig the earth 
 until after my death To cover your body 
 
 Gold and I will light an area 
 
 Where love is king Where love will 
 
 law where you will be queen 
     not leave me ( x4)     
 
 
 not leave me I will invent absurd 
 few words 
 That will include 
 
 I will speak of those lovers who saw it twice 
 
 Their hearts embrace 
 
 I will tell the story of this king Dead 
 had not Had The Chance To find 
 
     not leave me (x4)     
 Often we 
 
 Reflect fire of an ancient volcano 
 
 That felt he was too old 
 It seems 
 land burned more wheat 
 Giving 
 That best April And when it comes 
 
 night sky To shine 
 The red and black 
 
 not marry     not leave me (x4)     
 
 
 not leave me I will not mourn over 
 I'm not going to talk more 
 
 I hide there and looking at you dancing 
 
 smile And hear you sing and then laugh 
 
 Let me ask you 
 The shadow of your shadow 
 The shadow of your hand 
 The shadow of your dog 
 Do not leave me (x4)