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17th Jan 2016
I fell like a fool
like a fool for you
how much inspiration
you've ever given to me
I guess I will call you
"*****, philosophy and ****" from now on
you're such a cutie
as mellow as a sweet child
as talented as the fifth cellist from the string quartet
beautiful and new
as the flowers when they start to bloom
your voice and your laugh
thinking about it makes me sad
cause I know I can't have you
not that long
but that doesn't make me not to want you
even though I don't need you and you will only give me
that pain I've been craving to feel
I don't have any idea who was this meant for but I'm still laughing (well I do but I'm still wondering why I wrote this for him)
  Dec 2015 17th
Lia
noun | pen·e·tra·tion |\pe-nə-ˈtrā-shən\
1) the act of going through or into something: the act of penetrating something
2) an ability to understand things clearly and fully*

if you penetrate their body
without entering their mind
you aren't really all the way in
  Dec 2015 17th
m i a
i swear

when i looked

into his eyes

i saw so many unknown galaxies

universes, and skies

i felt like a scientist

eager to discover what was inside
im actually proud of this one.
17th Dec 2015
where to begin?
                       where does it lead to?
                                                         will I ever be found?


                              the gates are closing in front of me
I got so close
              but then again,
                                                          ­                    I'm certainly lost
              but then again,
                                                          ­                    I've never found myself

maybe after all,
                               it leads me to you
                   it leads to nowhere
                                                  *(nowh­ere with you)


and I'm not even mad
        I'm not even sad
                                              but the fact that you're so tender to me
          breaks my heart into a million
                                                         ­      *tiny

                                                          ­           pieces

I'm so fortunate
            I've never found myself
                                                    as devoted as I feel
                                                            ­                         to you,
                                                            ­                                    *my sweetest
dedicated once again to my sweetest, Ben.
  Dec 2015 17th
Jack Kerouac
Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
17th Dec 2015
y seguíamos con los ojos cerrados
sintiendo la fría brisa de diciembre
las luces a medianoche
recordándome que no estás aquí
que no estás acariciando mi cabello
y seguíamos faltándonos el respeto
por no estar juntos
por ser como somos y no permitirnos estar juntos

“es cuestión de ocasión”
dondequiera y como sea
no te dejaré ni por un segundo
pensar que la noche muere
que la luna brilla
y nosotros no estamos juntos
mirando las mismas estrellas
preguntándonos de dónde vino esto

estarás siempre
serás parte de mi
incluso estando lejos
estarás cerca de mí
dedicated to my sweetest, Ben.
17th Sep 2015
autumn
four times I've been here before
tasting your missing lips in the lonely shore
sometimes I think we've been moving on and on
I still remember the clothes you wore

somehow I was find alone
overthrown to the gaze of glory
I was never able to tell my story
sing to me
there's nothing more that you can ever bring to me
so there will be nothing more I could be

autumn
mixed between the warm oranges
it's time to put some garnishes
because I'm already left to the gardens
filled with the harmless
it's that time of the season again
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