Silence of lime and myrtle.
mallow herbs.
FGLorca
slept the other night, it seemed as
or leaves, outside,
touched the floor. The other night
breathed by my silence, your silence
wet. (You know.)
And before we had time to discuss, say that the poetic
choking, feeding.
But we prefer to keep quiet, listen
melee.
After last night-perhaps you can say
just think "that my poem is just music
of the impossible, and that while the well was clear
and still, I had time to love
your breath. Without doing so
was poetry.
can not understand my silence
your silence
with each of your sighs
was a poem of mine. Not that the well water was calm
to encourage our pace.
breathed by my silence, your silence
wet. (You know.)
And before we had time to discuss, say that the poetic
choking, feeding.
But we prefer to keep quiet, listen
melee.
After last night-perhaps you can say
just think "that my poem is just music
of the impossible, and that while the well was clear
and still, I had time to love
your breath. Without doing so
was poetry.
can not understand my silence
your silence
with each of your sighs
was a poem of mine. Not that the well water was calm
to encourage our pace.
There are things that-just maybe-
writes the air. The wind stirred the leaves out
. ----------------
important thing is that I got out of bed and my hand
're sleeping. (You know.)
Verse:
you by my side - finally, after so long
- breathe.
writes the air. The wind stirred the leaves out
. ----------------
important thing is that I got out of bed and my hand
're sleeping. (You know.)
Verse:
you by my side - finally, after so long
- breathe.
Photo: Luis Vence
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