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Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense To beloved ones

Any attempt from you

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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…

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Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense To beloved ones

No

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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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Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense To beloved ones

For rent

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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 well

And I fall out of grace.