fill with pages / words divine / the meekest flower of my heart / a niche, a shelter / from thunder falls / and whispers softly how it loved / in darkness flooded / angels float / and oceans fill and spill, no end / to the infinite ends of the universe trek / follow in my humble path, I’m torn / I’ve left a trail of leaves or words / and birds that follow me no more / a landscape / a wicked verse / an empty bed / a heart / a whore. - © 2003 Eduardo De León
21 March 2007
Criticize Odious Ideas
Odious ideas are not entitled to hide from criticism behind the human shield of their believers' feelings.
Richard Stallman
Richard Stallman
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