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"nica" poems
Not another face is there in the world that can turn heads but you. In a brief moment your presence made me feel brand new. Closing my eyes as I imagine how you ought to be by my side. And its just a hideous feeling that I cant hide. Counting the stars while standing under a blackened sky. A silhouette of you passed by my eye. Beautiful dreams that seemed like lullaby's. Resting me in my deepest sleep without questioning why. Every day is like a millenia without your beauty in view. Restless from uncountable thoughts that my brain finds hard to chew. And yet a damsel you are, a pretty lass, a princess that no other can out do.
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
NICA CABRERA
#Aguarnica es una pintura hecha por Picasso durante una guerra civil en centroamérica acerca de un pais mitológico donde todo está al revés; un pais que provee los ricos del mundo con fragantes puros de calidad indigena. La guerra Nica es otra cosa; en la primera obra mencionada se trata de robos y opresión y ataques no provocados contra la ciudadanía de un país pobre... Pero la guerra Nica es un cuadro bonito, primitivista, lleno de lagos, volcanes, pajaros tropicales y colores vivos. En la pintura de Picasso se nota lideres corruptos, bajo el mando de un burro ex-ladrón, los cuales dan servicio labial a un ideología en bancarrota mientras saquean los pocos recursos del país para vender a extranjeros, enriqueciéndose en el proceso.
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Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 9:33 AM UTC
Aguarnica: historia de arte
I love the slate blue sky Lightening over the gloomy, moody, swooshy sea I love my pale skin that won’t tan I love my hairy knees and calves and thighs I love the cool breeze tickling my back I love my oily, sea-salted hair I love the plush sand from the high tide I love my hairy hairy hairy waiter, covered in the cutest curly cues I’ve ever seen I love the palm trees, with their fronds bent across each other from the wind I love the muddy brown bumpy road I love the rain and humidity, the wet. I love the mist over the sea, making its surface a sweet mystery I love the green and the blue and the brown I love the happy, sleepy travelers I love the happy, sleepy sea and my mind breathing it all in for keeps.
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Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
Hair and other Muses in Nica