ESTRO
a hug is immeasurable, caressing a spruce dominant even in the most lonely, kiss redeems the soul eternal, that dame captivating and dancing in heaven exalted, flame immortalized in poems, songs and anonymous words kidnapped by our memory, referred in spring sunsets and sometimes, even if it hurts, the unwanted stigma lying bleeding in the lining of the heart. Is poetry, that breath which is covered sacred humanity of the poet and only know love in its various ways, only love, though not known, although there is a huge question mark in the epitaph on the tomb of this great and unique feel sad and happy, fleeting and immortal.
back to me this April, locked in silence orc abysmal cell in which the sound of my inner storms rumble catastrophically, becoming bird Parnassians plying skies to mourn the sky, a bird that disguises his tears in rain . I'll hold you again with your thorns and pink cheeks, I drunk of your essence mysterious night, backlit and moon through the universe, hopefully will cover the bleeding of my heart in every line you can think up and fly star still being with the inescapable weight of death and rebirth.
THE PRINCESS AND THE SOLDADO
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