- Maybe tomorrow
- to break the storm
- and I wrap the silence between the eyes;
- perhaps much love
- we fill your mouth
- and to snap.
- We are together, yes,
- and may be you
- who is with me.
- escape through the edge of my lips,
- abandon the body that was yours,
- but I'm so alive
- when you touch me,
- that even I have
- a response,
- and the word I attend,
- not belong to me
- thirst because I have been glued to the throat
- and saliva is
- a vast ocean
- where algae float.
- waves caress my back,
- and salt seeps through nail me,
- and I wish,
- and I wish,
- your humidity and clean me,
- and aroused by this cry,
- this mystery,
- this way to see behind the clouds.
- circle your waist,
- and slip,
- and swimming blindly
- for that bottomless pit
- you offer me.
- After today, the night,
- night that leads me
- night that seduces my instincts,
- and I always eats the same way,
- and I vomited on the artificial beach
- some beach.
- Look how my skin cracks,
- how tattered it makes me hope ....
- Text: "And after" Ana Garrido
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Skateboard For A 6 Year Old
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