{"id":637,"date":"2013-03-15T18:27:03","date_gmt":"2013-03-15T18:27:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wsantosblog.com\/?p=637"},"modified":"2013-03-15T18:34:46","modified_gmt":"2013-03-15T18:34:46","slug":"my-love-for-you-is-burnin-2010","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wilsonsantos.blog\/?p=637","title":{"rendered":"My Love for you is Burnin (2010)"},"content":{"rendered":"


\nMy love for you is burnin
\nLike Paris is burnin
\nNew York burnin
\nNew hope burnin
\nFlowers are burnin
\nLife is burnin
\nExistence burnin
\nThe moon, the sun,
\nThe universe, eternity,
\nMoisture from dewdrops on
\nLeaves of grass,
\nDust floating through space
\nEverything is burnin,
\nMusic is burnin
\nThe dance floor burns,
\nElation is burnin
\nSmiles are on fire,
\nSpirits burn,
\nFaith is burnin,
\nHistory burned,
\nTime is burnin
\nDeath is burnin
\nCountry is burnin,
\nFlags are burnin
\nPride and ego and
\nConsciousness and knowledge
\nAnd body and soul is burnin
\nAnd race and gender and
\nWords and language
\nall human constructs
\nlike religion have burnt
\nSex is burnin
\nOrgasms are burnin
\nNature is burnin
\nCivilization burns
\nTechnology and progress
\nAre all on fire
\nEverything is burnin
\nBut you.<\/p>\n

For my Son Dio.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a9Wilson Santos 2010<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My love for you is burnin Like Paris is burnin New York burnin New hope burnin Flowers are burnin Life is burnin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":37404269,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_coblocks_attr":"","_coblocks_dimensions":"","_coblocks_responsive_height":"","_coblocks_accordion_ie_support":"","advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"jetpack_seo_schema_type":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_wpcom_ai_launchpad_first_post":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[422],"tags":[28175,26780,374,2606,124,3785,33202,1095,18,998,8610,13705,1861871,620,15299,563,106,2213393,4822],"class_list":["post-637","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-awareness","tag-burning","tag-ideas","tag-justice","tag-life","tag-love","tag-lust","tag-mind","tag-music","tag-original","tag-paris","tag-poet","tag-poetry-2","tag-society","tag-soul","tag-thoughts","tag-truth","tag-wilson-santos","tag-words"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2z1Px-ah","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":935,"url":"https:\/\/wilsonsantos.blog\/?p=935","url_meta":{"origin":637,"position":0},"title":"what can i say about paris?","author":"Wilson Santos","date":"November 15, 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"what can I say about paris that hasn\u2019t already been said? on this day of mourning more than 120 killed should I call for a collective prayer? that\u2019s been done millions of times on your facebooks and your twitters and your instagrams. 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