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Penelope
You promised to write back in February…March came.All right.How much should wait a gal?It was April when you wrote again.First time you ask for time…Ten years for middle aged,Too long a span.So you didn’t like me voicing out it tough?Not sorry.I can wait two months max.(Aren’t investors the same,Expenditure uh?)You’re not in an odissey to grab my heart…Neither am I Penelope,my bad.
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Sorcery
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.
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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 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
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 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
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
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…
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Upon fire
Desire spreads in breathless seconds, It is just inequitable, to say I’m sinking in love. For it’s just kisses, randomly popping as I fancy. Any person, anybody. Quietly…anyone around could be….. wishing to be involved, anyone, anybody. A hand on mine, some light lip brushing, anytime. Until the reason chickens, chickens out. Since it’s not the same. My cowardice acknowledges I’m being too much a wuss[1]. Is it too freaky, to wish for the real? The one who was chosen, memories ago? [1] Fiction again…
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Penpal no. 17
Slow, slow.I’ve hurried before.Avoidant or needy,I want to change my old self.I’d love to be steady.Even if not ready.Thus letters are better.A bit dragging my feet,A bit moving on.Sometimes it’s not fun. Lento, lento. Me apresuré antes. Seca o encimosa, Deseo cambiar mi viejo ser. Ser un poco más constante, Si es que no estoy lista aún. Así, las cartas me van bien. Un poco arrastrando los pies. Un poco hacia adelante. A veces, divertido no es.
