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Wondering about
Oopen knowledge of
Lives being lived in the
Falling evening
Oopen knowledge of
Lives being lived in the
Falling evening
Literature
Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
Literature
Zapatista
She was an undead bloodhound—
She was a cement mixer dressed up like a martini glass
Let me tell you she
She couldn’t snap her fingers, thank God
I don’t believe in genies but this one,
If she could snap those fingers, you’d give her all three.
Can’t tell you where she is now
Didn’t get a forwarding address
Or a number, really
Just an old-fashioned girl, in some ways
Hippy necrofascist trombone player in others, you know?
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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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