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Oct 2016 · 210
Just for today
Klinger Oct 2016
Enough
At least for a while
The day seems so beautiful
Let me read a little
One morning just
One morning will not make you miss
Just for today.
Oct 2016 · 216
Untitled
Klinger Oct 2016
Outside, the cold and the darkness exalt dawn
In the serene droplets cars will give new tone colors
Here an old vinyl takes me to places long forgotten ...
I remember the king star heat
It is good and comforting
For minutes the cancer is forgotten ...

I stopped
A long whistle ...
A whistle coming from the small kitchen
He calls me to be strong in weakness
I have to face the glasses on the table
I have to face the aura
Sitting solitude with his glass awaits me
she wants tea
I want to go

His cold smile invites me to dive in pain
And why not?
Oct 2016 · 204
00:46
Klinger Oct 2016
What to expect of life
The fallen leaves on the ground
The gnarled branches
Dead flowers
The rays do not feed,
What to expect from life if there is no more heat

Now the cold overcomes the joy of eyes
Here the flags do not flutter
Turbid colors hide the ephemeral joy of Babel
Tears and smiles compete faces,

What to expect from life if there is no life ...
Nothing is as before
Something is missing.
Oct 2016 · 201
04:16
Klinger Oct 2016
hardly close my eyes
I see something beyond the curtains of time
It is true...
You reserve me more surprises that life,

Together we overcome gravity,
The hate,
Pain,
But I just love,

Here nothing is perennial,
Her tears I wipe
Lighten your dark eyelids,

Now talk to smile ...
I love your past,
I hate your gift,
I pray for your future,
Therefore I love their wings,

Now I realize that not only I need hope
But happy.
Oct 2016 · 221
A strange visit
Klinger Oct 2016
Played at his feet begged
suffered
Cry
I fired up the ties that bound me to my comfort zone

I trusted the maternity dream
In the words of love and affection
Smiles that hid their wills
In the blood...

And today, what's left?
The tables broken
Torn poetry
His insistence in what was
His condemnatory belief

As the poet says:
"You are all equal and more equal than others"
His words do not reflect the faith
Sep 2016 · 1.5k
Anaphora
Klinger Sep 2016
Everything rises
Smile
Everything that lives
Reina
All that is lily
Smells
All Laca
interweaves
All who love
Bed
All rejoices
It's love
Everything hurts
It is loneliness
All that remains
  ache
All that was
Heat
All away
Aphelion.

— The End —