..........................................................................................with love to Heather.
How many walls should I love?
to love you.
How many are your true colours?
Coffee talks.
Sushi dinner.
You and I laying in
beds and sheets held by shields and gloves.
Just as the next day pain wound
we’ll never know the angel wings balance, buried beneath the snow
till the spring.
However,
there’s something, somehow, once yours and mine
where the lone wolf hides
to curl up
and lick its tears.
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Marco...
En ocasiones me pregunto...cual es tu verdadera vocacion? el arte ...pero que arte? el arte del amor, es arte de la mente, de la psique, el arte ...este arte...escribir...escribir es lo tuyo, y no porque seas mi amigo weysin...pero la verdad es que desde mi punto de vista esto es quien eres...letras, palabras...Poesia
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