For you, on your birthday (well one day depues) this poem by Edward Hirsch. Hope you like it. I love it.
Tristan Tzara
There is no such thing as a dada lecture
a manifesto is adressed to the whole world
I am opposed to every system except one
love is irrational and you are the reason
a manifesto is adressed to the whole world
but bells ring out for no reason at all
love is irrational and you are the reason
I am a bridge harboring your darkness
but bells ring out for no reason at all
you are a fresh wind assaulted by sails
I am a bridge harboring your darkness
let’s not lash ourselves to the flagpoles
you are a fresh wind assaulted by sails
I am a wound that sprays your salt
let’s not lash ourselves to the flagpoles
let’s not swim to the music of sailors
I am a wound that sprays your salt
ambassadors of sentiment hate our chorus
let’s not swim to the music of sailors
we cast our anchors into the distance
ambassadors of sentiment hate our chorus
they can’t pollute our smokiest feelings
we cast our anchors into the distance
we sail our boats for the netherworld
they can’t pollute our smokiest feelings
each of us has a thousand virginities
we sail our boats for the netherworld
I’m giving you all my nothingness
each Thousand of us has to virginities
CONSIF ourselves we still charming
'm Giving you all my nothingness
i have everything but this
doubter
Consider ourselves we still charming
There is no such thing as a lecture given doubter
I Have Everything But this
I am Opposed to Every system except one
Tristan Tzara
there is nothing like a lecture
a manifesto is addressed to everyone
I am opposed to all the systems except one
chance is irrational, you're the reason
a manifesto is addressed to everyone for no reason
but chiming bells
love is irrational and you're the reason I'm
a bridge that crosses your darkness
no reason
but chiming bells
you a fresh wind assaulted by candles
am a bridge that crosses your darkness
not we tie us to the masts are a wind
assaulted by the candles cool
am a wound that scatters your salt
not we tie us to the masts
not Let's swim to the beat of the song of the sailors
am a wound that scatters your salt
ambassadors of feeling
not hate our chorus Let's swim to rhythm of the song of the sailors throw our anchors
distance
ambassadors of feeling hate our chorus
can not contaminate our feelings
smoke over throw our anchor in the distance
turn our boats to the other world
can not contaminate our feelings
smoke each has a thousand virginity
turn our boats to the other world
give you all my nothingness
each
virginity has a thousand charming
consider ourselves still give you all my nothingness
I doubted everything but this
we still believe there is nothing charming as a lecture
I doubted everything but this
I am opposed to all systems except one
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