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Jul 2020 · 67
Utopia
Erick Larssen Jul 2020
I think of you and I scream in this world-wide, but while this utopia doesn't arrive, I sing in the hope that one day you will be on my side..

If things are unattainable ... well, there's no reason not to want'em, I could travel to Mars ...

How sad the paths, if not for the distant presence of the stars!
Nov 2019 · 147
Monsters Up There
Erick Larssen Nov 2019
Someone explain to me what is real in this world?! Reciprocity does not go beyond of the social network

We failed at first, we will die on the beach and we are still swimming..
Our happy ending has to do with the beginning

Something's wrong with the world, since our birth..
The human being in short is the cancer of the earth

I was dreaming outside without an umbrella, and it rained .. we all looked for the perfect fit like cinderella's, but the rain made us stained

They threw me at rock bottom
There I met Samara, the famous girl
Crying she said to me: "Watch out, boy, you must care..
Last time I went up had monsters up there."
Nov 2019 · 96
Goddess In A Book
Erick Larssen Nov 2019
Like the waters of Kreta, are the reflections of her eyes, as the sky in your most beautiful day you get when you look at her at the first sight

Just like Athena has wisdom and cunning but as Aphrodite has intensity and desire

And even if you try to describe her in verses, you'll never reach her fullness

How beautiful in fairy face, every shape seduces me

Being with her is like watching the sun at night, but she's a moon in her fullest light

Being with her is being in the best place, because anywhere next to her gets better

Oh, but if she guessed,
If she could hear the look,
What if one look was enough for her?
To know that they are loving her like a goddess in a book

The ordinary does not attract her, less is always more

There is depth in her words, and who has no depth in itself will never understand her before

Her body is beautiful but her soul is rich

Being with her is like watching the sun at night, but she's a moon in her fullest light.
By Erick Larssen to Ergina Kanellopoyloy

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