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into wrinkles ̶

      Elbow pain.

      And you are not you.

      Peacock train,

      Like Argus.

      DREAMING OF SUNNY DAYS

      Dreaming of sunny days, I am crying,

      Where are you sunny boy?

      Where are you little sneakers?

      Who run so fast and give me enjoy?

      How the summer days end,

      Here, we are along in the sand

      Of time,

      Deprived of the warmth heart

      Of life.

      How coffee gets cold.

      Sandman crumbled long ago.

      He is not a little monster anymore.

      What haunts you at night,

      To kiss and turn off the light.

      TOUCHING THE FEET

      Ah, this ballet in shadows,

      Allow me to caress your legs,

      With a glance touching the feet, what

      Like doves flatter and dance.

      Tenacious soldier, at dollhouse,

      Red tine melts into a knapsack

      A small finger lies on a thunder mouse,

      The rats will go without returning.

      Throwing a coin, under the moon

      You didn’t have fun with me, buffoon.

      Let’s sit on this bench with miss,

      Acephalous seer, and I give you a kiss.

      Golden eye

      Golden eye, reflects

      The deep marks

      From sharp claws.

        I suppose,

      My Big brother,

      You take your time.

      And other…

        Not at all, my cat,

      Come to me and dead.

      MIST

      Between Christmas and Resurrection

      There is a twilight zone of motion.

      It seems, as a rabbit comes out.

      At this hour,

      She is the mistress of the weightless dance,

      Nothing leads her to the edge, to wander.

      Like a boy’s balloon, bouncing, they go to the pier.

      Weather, Ophelia’s floating dress.

      Figures are outlines of a Danish castle.

      Whirling white flying snow,

      Like a Venetian, what

      Ruling the world, with gold and bronze,

      Blurred in the Moonlight is a mirror,

      A little ruddy, from blood.

      The fog is the third,

      The only accomplice is winged.

      The Earth decided to play hide and seek.

      There is a head in the bag, no seed

      Outraged by the human tribe.

      The cradle of bad weather is blind.

      Old men, covered with a cap of pagodas.

      Great Light of the wave,

      Almost sonic descend

      Melt on their heads.

      Like a fish with red eyes

      Like a fish with red eyes

      You look at me,

      Recoiling, you turn pale falling.

      She looks with embittered longing,

      With hands on her hips,

      Exactly the cross of a nun.

      Defenseless youth, regretting,

      Crossed his arms over his chest,

      Tears fall without leaving eyes.

      Minutes pass like centuries.

      Another, a glass of water will serve?

      Maybe I am an opportunity for her…

      Fix account.

      She will come to me,

      Pushing him in front of her selves.

      He will open the doors,

      Like a Roman soldier,

      With a spear, to the gates of heaven.

      Dogs

      Dogs of young and old year’s  ̶

      «Look at this!» and «Where are you?»

      Catched in window.

      Car of time stop!

      I need you both!

      Crack in mind, puzzled my eyes,

      Crashed of daylights.

      RED BULL, YOU LET YOUR HAIR DOWN

      Red bull, you let your hair down,

      Pump lips, rough tongue on palm.

      Detached gaze, pupil in the maze.

      Bangs straw, thrown on the eyelashes.

      You are all mine. I am like Europe

      At the water’s edge.

      Steamy breath branches into horns,

      Like a deer aspires upwards.

      Like this, the sage will be amazed.

      But look beyond the edge of the almond eyes,

      You will see your mother through the years,

      In those very moments,

      When she chases after you and you from her.

      These are life’s compliments,

      Having fun instill terror,

      Like the Minotaur,

      Blood bond.

      Even now, aiming at me like a bull’s head,

      You look like a child.

      I can’t even get a kitten.

      Spilled milk past the glass

      And this hurts my heart.

      CAPTAIN OF THE TURQUOISE BREEZE

      Captain

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