Saturday, April 10, 2010

Blue Print For A Rabbit Cage

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for any human, for this dog or any dog believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven where I
come in, but he expects . No, my dog looked at me giving me the necessary attention the necessary attention to make a vain
understand that being a dog, he
with those eyes, purer than me I,
lost time, but I watched his eyes
reserved
me all your sweet, your furry life
his quiet life,
near me, never troubling,
and asking nothing.

Oh how often would I have a tail
walk beside him along the banks





of



sea
in the winter of Isla Negra,
inthe great





loneliness



:
up transferring birds air glacial and my dog leaping, bristling, full voltage ocean in motion: my dog wandering and flying olfactory his golden tail facing the ocean and its foam. happy, happy, happy

as







dogs can be happy with nothing
,
with the autonomy of their shameless.
No goodbye my dog that died.

And there is no lie thereo a rusted old machine.
Some day I'll join him right there, but now he's gone with his shaggy coat, his bad manners and his cold nose, and I, the materialist, who never believed in any promised heaven in the sky for any human being, I believe in a heaven I'll never enter. Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion who was never servile. His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine withholding its authority, was the friendship of a star, aloof, with no more intimacy than was called for, ly winter of Isla Negra where the wintering birds filled the sky and my hairy dog was jumping about full of the voltage of the sea's movement: my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.
There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other. So now he's gone and I buried him, and that's all there is to it.

 


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