In a somber fade,
for what’s rotten in the mind’s eye.
Add a piggy hue for what’s tender underneath.
Paint it a bit red for blood to boil and devour.
Give me blue for new to come and green in old,
since your world was without.
Categoría: To beloved ones
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Sorcery
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Sequía
Photo by Anete Lusina on Pexels.com Con las costras que dejó el estio,
En esta piel seca que ya añoraba el viento.
Sedienta de besos. -
Tap tap
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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 and be welcomed back,
right after that.
I want to scream it all but no,I’ll take my time keeping silence till you’re mine.
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Soaked
Photo by Anete Lusina on Pexels.com Oh, they’re gone.
Time wasted,
Time left,
None around.
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For Saint Exupery’s fox
Photo by Yaroslav Shuraev on Pexels.com 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 tamed.
Dear fox, I’m not a prince.
Princess? Not in a million years!
Plainly a witch.
Do you mind to be charmed?
[1] Fiction again… I don’t need a man, either in the house or wherever.
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Dazzled by the dream of life
Photo by Anete Lusina on Pexels.com 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 of relieved pain.
My word is mine and mine alone.
Are you coming to rescue me?
Forget it.
I saved myself to become beloved to no one.
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Any attempt from you
Photo by Anete Lusina on Pexels.com 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 lost in such.., despair.
Oh, it was misspelled!
For shall I say… crave?
It took too much effort and time,
so now,
I’ll be happy with any attempt from you….
from you
Let us play with blue and red,
let us paint the bed with love .
Do you want to come and drink my life?
I’ll be happy with any attempt …
just so like you….
We used water colors
to paint this blurred night in pants of sighed wishes.
Then, a black pen to sketch my mouth in yours,
do you want to come and drink my life?
Is it really ok to think about you?
So what if I like you….
does it make me a fool?
Maybe…
maybe,
but what the hell!
I want to try and be a fool… -
No
Photo by Anete Lusina on Pexels.com 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 de actualizaciones sin sentido.
Eso es, una conversación contigo.
Vídeos elegidos por un algoritmo,
Ruido de fondo mientras la vida sucede,
Reproduciéndose solos, sin que me esfuerce.
Y es que tú, no estás.
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For rent
Photo by Anete Lusina on Pexels.com Leasing,
Borrowing what I don’t know
For I never had a heart before
Leasing,sinking in debt a pair of lips
I can’t afford
Leasing,
Giving on loan
Maybe, maybe
Just a bit of a fool
Dancing,
A waltz I step
On your toes
Don’t bring out tomorrow
Weather forecast might fail
And I’ll forget rain
Sun or snow.
So long that I love
So long I’m drowned
And my debts
Under control
So long you don’t bid fare the wellAnd I fall out of grace.
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Mi amante
Photo by Anete Lusina on Pexels.com Nunca en mis planes
Jamás elegido,
Es dueño tras ademanes.
De lengua bífida
Y suave.
Ojos brillantes.