jueves, 17 de abril de 2014

Holiday’s mornings



Holiday’s mornings

I’m a plastic flask
Melting on a roof
Covered with dried leafs

Then I realize
That I do contain
More love than hate

Afterwards I’m a black cat
Filtering daylight through
The narrow irises
Of a couple of yellow eyes

And also realize that
Happiness is an accumulation
Of holyday’s mornings

The majority of them
Missed and forgotten

I’m writing this
While waiting for the breakfast
Of another holiday morning


To Elia with love
VABM April 17, 2014


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