My daily pepper grain,
I can’t remember when I paid the rent
the last time
or the day I had a fight with mom, my chief or
with my downtown friend
Because it’s been nine months
since I can’t sleep.
In my head
things change the order they succeeded.
I don’t know when you said for the first time
that you want me to be the way I was
fallen with the beautiful spectacled
who left far Away
in Asia Minor.
Or
when you started to insinuate that
I should give up hiding
between a mediocre’s legs
that keep telling me:
“I’ve fallen for your teeth!”
or
“Caesar, don’t you think your nails are too beautiful
for a boy?”
I miss everything
Us
searching names for the rabbits that we invent on paper.
Me
kissing your nose and telling you:
it’s the most beautiful
since Audrey Hepburn.
3 comments:
iti tolerez cu greu romantismul. :D
Once a rabbit written on a paper, always a rabbit written on a paper...
I still find it hard to get used to you like that,with your new writing style...
But I like it
dragul meu, ingadui numai engleza pe blogul tau? am incalcat vreo regula suprema si ar trebui sa imi asum niste penitente? ;))
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