Varios
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Trapped
Despite his size, he moved the body or to be precise, the unconscious guy he had tied.A spin a time,A spin in life.Tomorrow it would be a feast,All liquified.
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Cocoon
In her shrine,The front paws in pray.I don't know to what.A dream, a stay.Doubt scintillates,What's next brings a demise.The many legs left behind,To be reborn a kite.
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There
Bloated and forgotten.Lying on the way to rot.Gray instead of white.When white was the colour it should had.Changing day by day,Into mushroom pie.How did you die that even ants are not touching your remains?
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Rastro
Redonditas bolitas negritas,En el alféizar.¿Dónde está el gato?En la cama.El culpable inclinando una rama.Menudo de tripita con muchas patitas.Y no es uno,Son muchos... Muchas.Que traerán sus espejos y huevos después de soñar.
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Too wet
Under the bucket,Pink thready meat of sorts.Survivors of the cats and dogs it rained.Without a place to go,Anywhere to happily hole.
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Stories
Oh, I’ve met poetry.I’ve seen it parade over there, above.It goes from sapphire to metal.It is a storm in lie.A wait in velvet for the light.From the whitest white to the most royal of purples.Green it likes.And over brown it fawns.Skies where you want to meet your dreams.Solely to say goodbye.
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Untitled
Sunset after rain,The warm light that caresses pain.Everything shines anew.
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Alive and dying
I die everyday,A little a breath,A bit to my surprise.What delightful demise. Every hair I lose,A second is gone.Irreparable cell,And immortality I wouldn’t wait for. Wrinkles in the mirror,Spots on my face.Yet my mind follows the clouds and the air.I keep struggling you mean.Je suis vivante! Hey hurray!
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My garden
And I let the rage howl among the roses.For the tiny white clover to bloom lost among long blades of fondness.All disorderly, untamed.It seems opposite and quite contrary to order and purpose. It flies savage,Dandelion white whirling.Weedly basking in the unknown.Enchanted butterflies and bees buzzing in and out.Madness.Still it thinks and fruits, my garden.
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Tronco
Un tronco tomando el sol,Hasta que descubro sus ojos marrón.Y a cada mancha que simula no ser,El reptil se deja ver.Después ya no.
