#playa
It Was the Wind. I.
It was the wind
That comes through me
1,000 songs of voices singing
penetrating to
my bones
incomprehensible
stories
all electricity
and fire
and I could ride you
blind
through miles of time
never truly knowing
the words with which
to make you known to me
but we I feel
though not I see
It was the wind
That wore a
whole in me.
It Was the Wind. II.
It was the wind
ceaseless howling
a never ending
cacophony
of sad stories
and the unreasonable
wear
of time
blowing deep
sanding down my memories
where-ing away my
mind
everything gives
to the wind
find me here
If the wind hasn’t
yet picked
me
clean.
It Was the Wind. III.
. . . it was the wind.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 6:54 AM UTC
Coco marino, ¿Necesitas de mi cariño?
Tu agua está muy lejos y yo llevo siempre el mío.
Las olas te descoloraron y yo cada vez soy más pálida, pareces mi gemelo.
Alguna vez te quise como metáfora pero estoy impregnada de realismo.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC