Tag Archives: seasons

Poem Number 3

It reaches my body, but after that, it’s a mystery how it works. Maybe is not in the skin. Perhaps it’s about the eyes and their excitement with brightness. There’s light everywhere: all the time. My body screams full of … Continue reading

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The Harvest Of Your Love

Early in the morning, with the shining darkness I open my eyes to check on the crop: it breaths, it’s warm, it’s so beautiful that I feel guilty to water it so early.   During the day, with a blanket … Continue reading

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