Written long ago

The strike in my body is not ready for arbitration

it’s tired and unwilling to commit.

There aren’t any favourable conditions

the forecast says grey skies and rain.

 

I haven’t forgotten about it

I know it,

I’ve been there

I grew-up there.

 

I want the smiles and flavours,

I miss the perfume and smell of onions.

I want the colours of the flag,

I miss the music and smiles.

I miss the Death every November with her jokes and beauty.

 

 

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About silviaeningles

I’m Silvia and these are some interesting things about me: I was born in Puebla, a beautiful city in central Mexico. It is an old city, founded in 1531 I live in Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada I have a blog in Spanish that you’re welcome to read (http://comenzandolashistorias.blogspot.ca/) I love hummingbirds, tea and Mexican candy I really enjoy when readers write and comment on my posts I love writing, and I really enjoy poetry (reading aloud my favourite poems always makes me happy)
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