I keep my oceans far enough

I keep my oceans far enough Like mystery and dirt Emotions, highs and lows …everything I wanted – In a pile as if I sprayed bug repellent or a curse Was it a dream – The life before the carousel broke The same way an ice cream melts The way control slips trough your hands […]

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Motorcycles & bruises

Scratched surfaces Nitrogen oxide, blocks, impatience and lines, people rushing, having sharp elbows and career paths Only their breaths stopping from time to time Their thoughts running high above Looking for some emotions that end up feeling like dust in busy summer times Motorcycles speeding slower than us growing up, Superficial bruises as solid proof […]

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A second

Solitude Sounds spiraling in a vacuum Birds shrieks, and death, leaves and sand, and nails rummaging through it all Replacements but with loss taste and irreconcilable expectations Time running fast from small bodies and stiffness stopping a last bit of matter to have its final glow Air being heavy, and words shouted a lot louder […]

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Passive

Passive way. This is how I deal with it. After so many blows and downers thrown in the air Getting flanked by a stonewall Washed out by a cascade I feel suspended in a void Wandering in a tropical forest with monkeys holding a concert Near a lake with flamingos in flames In a still […]

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A walk in a silent garden

I own a pit of disappointment and a brass band of innate torture So, as I walk through offshoots in hope for a sign of spring, I find dryness, and grey illusions and not a single dream I see stories that lie in stillness as marble pieces and funerary stones, And the time that dissipates […]

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A swing

Fever in my bones crawling like despair on vulnerable souls Wax and linen unable to break apart as illusions from a change of heart An imminent end around the corner, spying for a moment on unguarded distortion A script going astray as temptations lie ahead Superficiality and a kids’ play making any violin break Troubles […]

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Hazy lights

Trains running through the night Stations vanishing in hazy lights Steps and farewells and crowds and hugs Noises fading under the beats of the railway as if it was a parade with drums Pages, rustles and a dripping damp Clouds piling on the horizon spying on hidden love routines Birds wondering how do trains ever […]

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