That Damn Flag!!!!

 

I know … you’ve tried everything … but it did not work …. I also tried hard but

nothing worked so well…. and here I am …. in the middle of this path

 Misty .. with a desire … full moon or waning moon … taking advantage of solar rests … not begging … but just feeling … Oh! in my flesh ….sincerely…..
and waiting …. waiting on this colorful heart …. that looks like a flag flying

 not …to the wind … but on your will ….
then you blow your desires …. blows …. and wills … but i Recognize this wind … again and again …. is you knocking at my door ….
are we talking or am i talking alone??

Blows, blows the flag My flagthat never will come

Arrivals and Departures

arrivals and departures~ In the Departure Area~

i have a lot of goodbyes to do
so i have to put them all in a yellow pile

~ to simplify~

filling the space ~once so empty~
with a thousands of beckon and kisses

 

flying …flying in the air

until all that remains on me

will be a weariness to say goodbye

 

~In the Arrival Area ~

I have a package to finish too
has so many ribbons ~ ones over the others~
and a paper so bright,~ red and green~

ribbons…ribbons… lying down over the surprise
~cosmics~ and so perfectly rounded at the ends
filling the spaces once so empty

we are going filled of blue air
and something on my bosom that violently beats

 
I have a Dom Quixote to meet
and one Shakespeare to listen
i’ll not carry any armour or any book

 
just a heart that was only mine

what is that sound?

OH! now i can hear too
it is a heart that beats!!!!!

 

Oh! Welcome!!!!

 

Sorry, but i have to go! day 6 – naprowrimo

dedicated to someone who was too soon

Poetheart!

tonight i was caught
again by the cold
and i felt so emptyImage
without nothing

And

lonely i am
but i wasn’t to be

All my rhyming
all my poetry
that you did not know
and I could not give to you

More

i am still lonely
but i wasn’t to be

just for you- i could sleep
to sleep one’s last sleep
But you made a tour
letting me on a pathway

Once

Again, I am
but i wasn’t to be

I cry now my lasted tears
i feel is drying up
has no more water on me
where you drowned so many times

But

I cant do that anymore
wait like a dead flower
on my hands adorned myself
And I dried as a bone

……………… Lone
…………….. not to be
……………… Sorry

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Sorry, but i have to go! day 6 – naprowrimo

tonight i was caught
again by the cold
and i felt so emptyImage
without nothing

And

lonely i am
but i wasn’t to be

All my rhyming
all my poetry
that you did not know
and I could not give to you

More

i am still lonely
but i wasn’t to be

just for you- i could sleep
to sleep one’s last sleep
But you made a tour
letting me on a pathway

Once

Again, I am
but i wasn’t to be

I cry now my lasted tears
i feel is drying up
has no more water on me
where you drowned so many times

But

I cant do that anymore
wait like a dead flower
on my hands adorned myself
And I dried as a bone

……………… Lone
…………….. not to be
……………… Sorry