Etiqueta: poem
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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Penpal no. 2
Whenever I think no more For it doesn’t come with doubt and yet I hope. For it is a pleasing sight to know I am. A slice of life you take out from time. Specially since you, a freaky freak I know; would be tucked away under snow. Can I learn to waltz this life…
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Penpal no. 1
When it is not on my table, I look far away. But once it’s there, white and squared, I can’t help my contempt and hate the carrier. For I wish I wasn’t so lorn of your read, my love. I expect and spend. I weave and wait. My heart a butterfly when I know it’s…