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10th June'09
Sorry about the watermark. Reasons here [link]

"Disappear" to cease to be seen; vanish from sight. To cease to exist or be known.
Today is International Amnesty's Aniversary

“Desaparecer” es perderse, desvanecerse, dejar de existir.
Hoy es el aniversario de Amnistía Internacional

Photo: Me
Model: Arancha Ruiz
Captured at "La Boheme" Arts Centre.

© Lía G. - 2007

(edit 08/10/2007)

On 'Missing'
Moon Eyed Feline
Journal Entry: Sat Oct 6, 2007, 8:29 PM

The night creature flees for the shadow-height trees.
Breeze on the flame which burns by the sea.
Saw her lightning and heard her thunder.
She rips at the heart to pull us under.
To plunder the pieces left for the clueless-
Take away all of the pain they accused of.
With lies and deceipt they run through the streets
And pencil the picture with sores on the feet.
Heat yearns and heart burns the flies on the screen.
The black cat can save me from all my bad dreams.
Teams working scruples with axes to steeples.
Praying for light as the night abducts people.
Wait for the light to change ill to might.
Tilting the lazer to pierce the moon-eyed feline in trance.

(Thanks to ~Dr-Eman1 for this beautiful poem)

Description
10th June'09
Sorry about the watermark. Reasons here [link]

"Disappear" to cease to be seen; vanish from sight. To cease to exist or be known.
Today is International Amnesty's Aniversary

“Desaparecer” es perderse, desvanecerse, dejar de existir.
Hoy es el aniversario de Amnistía Internacional

Photo: Me
Model: Arancha Ruiz
Captured at "La Boheme" Arts Centre.

© Lía G. - 2007

(edit 08/10/2007)

On 'Missing'
Moon Eyed Feline
Journal Entry: Sat Oct 6, 2007, 8:29 PM

The night creature flees for the shadow-height trees.
Breeze on the flame which burns by the sea.
Saw her lightning and heard her thunder.
She rips at the heart to pull us under.
To plunder the pieces left for the clueless-
Take away all of the pain they accused of.
With lies and deceipt they run through the streets
And pencil the picture with sores on the feet.
Heat yearns and heart burns the flies on the screen.
The black cat can save me from all my bad dreams.
Teams working scruples with axes to steeples.
Praying for light as the night abducts people.
Wait for the light to change ill to might.
Tilting the lazer to pierce the moon-eyed feline in trance.

(Thanks to ~Dr-Eman1 for this beautiful poem)