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Juliana Sussmann Mar 2011
Tree was hollow,
green house of energy,
nine questions
against the backdrop,
solemnity or gravity
put everything back,
the empire of mice
have been shaken in
the ceremony of believes.
Creation ripped
spoken as a corn
the power in flowing.
Juliana Sussmann Feb 2011
Center of earth,
                                            a cloud gasp
time was fainted.

Pupils attracts
bodies full of fear,
                                          wasp palpitates

                                          disturbing the calm
shivers changes sights,
legs are shaking

fingers hide desires,
hands draw letters
in water drops like kisses

stars are looking
chains are growing
                                           like arms in the ground.
Juliana Sussmann Feb 2011
Looking trough the mirror
I was reading couple of words
                                                           ­  despair
                                                         ­   tic tac
time is changing
we are the same
the same as always
walking behind the smoke
trying to forget
the lines on the road.
Juliana Sussmann Aug 2011
I been drawing my fingers
with a couple of colors
                                      my blue nails
                                      reflect of my mind
charming
flying
singing with the wind night melodies
changing
moving leaves
dancers
being alone
being human
palpitations
                                               an a gasp
feelings are forgotten
into the sea
beneath the sky.
Juliana Sussmann Mar 2011
caballeros
                disfrazados de dril
                entre sus manos esconden
                                             SUEÑOS
                roban lágrimas
                caminan dejando huellas sobre el asfalto
                son como copias
                                 copias de una sociedad que lo ha perdido todo.

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