Categoría: Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense
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Sequía
Con las costras que dejó el estio,En esta piel seca que ya añoraba el viento.Sedienta de besos.
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Tap tap
I want to tap your shoulder with my head and hide my eyes under your breath.I want to see your heart besides my nose and place my hand in that smell of yours.I want to turn you inside out and read my luck in your stars.I want to dream my way out from your arms…
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Soaked
Oh, they’re gone.Time wasted,Time left,None around.A lonely tree waiting for rain.
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For Saint Exupery’s fox
First I draw.Second I think:What else do I need?A spell, I say. Cats on top of his list.I’m a single parent in need.English for proton’s sake.Otherwise, how do you speak? Handy and fun,Tall and lean…Slanted black eyes, yes sir.Honest and lively.A man in the house[1]?I back a bit on my needs.Still. It’s time to be…
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Dazzled by the dream of life
Around they say: Get a man, Get a sir, Get a night of one sky. I myself ain’t light, Neither star nor moon. Mostly a moth, Dazzled by the dream of life. Unbeloved to anyone. Still my own house. Composing a song I’ll sing alone. I can’t help it. I can’t get charmed by promises…
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Any attempt from you
I’ll be happy with any attempt …just so like you….Come on,are you taking break from work today?Do you want to come and play?are you drawing, picturing my best smile inside of you? I was not going to cry,but you were the longed one desire.In my inner… inner sight,before I realized, ahead in time I was…
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No
No, no podría añadir una simple sílaba. Porque el silencio da like en la última de mis fotos. Sin comentarios. Ningún chat. Una onda de calor expansiva que deja todo tieso y canijo en Julio. Tu risa, un canto de vida que imagino perdida. Iteraciones incesantes de realidades alternas. Una conversación contigo, Un círculo incesante…
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For rent
Leasing, Borrowing what I don’t knowFor I never had a heart before Leasing, sinking in debt a pair of lipsI can’t afford Leasing,Giving on loanMaybe, maybeJust a bit of a fool Dancing,A waltz I stepOn your toes Don’t bring out tomorrowWeather forecast might failAnd I’ll forget rainSun or snow.So long that I love So long…
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Mi amante
Nunca en mis planesJamás elegido,Es dueño tras ademanes.De lengua bífidaY suave.Ojos brillantes.
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While there’s blood on them
To lick your lips, While there is blood in them. To attach your soul to myself. To be your own, Spear of fear as well. To be the butterfly of your nightmares. That’s all I’ll guarantee if you’re… Right here. Singing with me.