Once the rain is determined,
\nit will fall.
\nPhysics is only about desire.
\nThe world makes love
\nbetween its stones.
\nSeasons cross the equator.
\nThere is a smell in the wind
\nwhen spring comes.
\nA call to arms,
\nto sire life,
\nto call strangers
\nin the voices of the air.
\nAll beauty is necessity,
\npassion.<\/p>\n
This strange specie
\nthat wakes in the morning,
\nin a few thousand years
\nastonishes oblivion,
\nand may disappear
\nquickly as it came,
\nlaughing like a girl teasing.
\nTime, with the aroma of grapes
\nexploding with the triumph
\nof summer\u2019s god.<\/p>\n
We drink its potion,
\nfly into space
\nfrom a mountain\u2019s bluff,
\npushing at nothing
\nexcept the zenith.
\nWhat a wondrous death
\nto hold joy,
\ncoursing through our veins,
\nand impossible,
\nwaiting for its turn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Once the rain is determined, it will fall. Physics is only about desire. The world makes love between its stones. Seasons cross the equator. There…<\/p>\n