Silent there is,
But oh what joy in it.
Thinking about,
I can recall I miss.
And then,
Whimsy play,
A little bit of me.
Send across.
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Drinks up!
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Not dislike.
Just my doubts.
My eager thought.
How to like what I don't know?
How to bear what was not dreamt about?
Is there a way to deserve much more?
To not quiet my noes.
When it's impersonal my cog.
You're you and me the I,
It has taken too long to become.
That's your cue I guess,
To stop and run away.
Leve e imperceptible.
Apenas.
Alitas que murmuran traducidas una luna llena.
Las hojas que llegan:
Mi espera que entregas.
Vueltas y vueltas el planeta;
Un océano dispuesto entre tierras.
El idioma del imperio,
Y sin embargo...
Nada en común que no sea problema.
Tú, que escuchas tristeza.
Yo que aullo de metal al sol,
En un frenesí extraviado de felicidad.
¿A qué hora cenas?
Así terminan mis letras.
Cuento contigo para una respuesta.
A placid lake,
A half empty bottle and I take,
I can come back to dwell down there.
Where the sunset is reflected to mistake.
To your calm, short letter back.
To your sensible solutions about Italian not spoken great.
A nerf shot in disarray.
Reaching target without pain.
My friend, kilometres away.
You understand what's like.
Such a faint forgotten being.
It was so soft a snore deep down.
No one could have called on.
Dragon and storm,
The sky blue black no where on sight before.
Until I was spitting salt and sand,
Without ground under my walk.
How did I get so close to sea,
To be swept by the stream?
How can this tiny being,
Tsunamis create?
Ominous lack of fangs.
Living in a small can.
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Una lata de piña
Al principio era la playa.
Mis dedos tragados por la arena.
Mi peso de palabras añadiendo masa al problema.
Un brillo del agua.
Y un hechizo de promesa.
Nada.
Pero la marea.
Quiero ir de reversa.
Demasiado rápido,
Escupiendo sal y arena.
Una piña de latas en conserva,
El escondite de un dragón pequeño.
El cielo amenaza azul tormenta.
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Possibilities
I met a white wall.
It wasn't that tall.
It had sparkling eyes.
Thinking what to write on it,
I ended asking things.
The wall,
politely replied back.
It made no question on regard.
I was confused and awed.
Was I to be changed?
Were my colours to be tainted?
Or had it already ended at hi?
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It was over from before
And so discarded the reply went by.
Was it my questions?
Was clarification needed?
Or too much info poured?
Whom, may I inquire.
Whom may I return to,
without fire?
I dreamed a dragon,
Once more.
And once more smoke I grasped.
Fuel is none.
And with the flow I lull the love once I dreamed about.
Only youth survives winter snores.
Today I said no.
I don't believe.
Fate is too much a thing outside of me.
Whether I said yes,
It was fated a meet.
A rejection?
Brought by stars as well.
Orchestrated by who knows.
And the unknown why,
No one could explain.
Where does it fall,
The only thing I find purposely in life?
Decision is mine.
Atoms are hazard in play.
The universe's got no mind.
Everything comes by,
Just like that.
Herefore,
It was doomed sad.
Worst!
It was a letter that wasn't a letter.
An invitation!
Nothing I would want.
I write letters to be replied.
Yes!
As letters, right?
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Rain came upon,
I was aware cold was to follow.
Hence I was waiting blossoms to pop.
What I got was rotting,
nothing more.
Am I strong enough to keep sending seeds to the wind?
To patiently seek them sprouts?
Shouldn't I just declare defeat and about?