To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for
lunes, 20 de febrero de 2017
Let me bid you farewell
Let me bid you farewell
I'm waiting for the rainbow to come
The rain washed the bricks
Bright clean shines the world
Is me or are you? Who bleeds?
Love no more Only regrets
Sad memories of blessed days
Some gorgeus sunday mornings
Covered with dust of lust
Two hearts some times beated
Clicked at the same rythm
But now they have to leave
Vanishing tracks the rain erased
A city bordering a mountain
Dreams of trees, buildings and streets
While its people dreams stories
Of glory, love, fate and death
To Elia and Edgar
Li Tao Po
VABM Feb. 18, 2017
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