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LUNA Apr 2018
You.
The one who wrote me a poem
The one that makes me shake
The one for me
The one my sunflowers are for
The one I put my headphones as loud as I can dyring love songs
The one with the most beautiful eyes
Your eyes...
I could stare at your eyes for my whole life and never get bored
I would count the different tons of blue and one life wouldn't be enough
Unfortunatelly, life has an end
We are gonna die just like everyone else we love and the most beautiful flowers
But, it is time to live extraordinarily
We have to enjoy our time on Earth, enjoy our youth
Drink cheap wine, go out, download old french movies
Spend the night doing whatever but not sleeping
Listenin to music, dancing, dancing a lot! alone in the room or in a club with a bunch of people we will never know
Most people decide not to live miserably
But I chose to live extraodinarily and that means living with you
Short poems delight me
Despite a particular fall for Ginsberg.
They often say much
Or say nothing.

But they can be
No more than subtle:
Great in content,
Short in strings.
A paradox that defy
Any communication theory.

Unfortunatelly,
I cannot always
Write long enough
To create a short poem.

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