The days, so...

Poetry, Rock and Roll, Voodoo

Saturday

the little wing
that you opened over me,
had feathers,
had all my feathers
and I, distracted,
I uncrossed my legs
and let you touch me
in the most intimate chakras.

Me and My Me, Online Readings, Poetry, Rock and Roll, Voodoo

Tuesday

the landscape (green)
still imprisoned
in the eyes (brown)
of him, the landscape follows
as follow
the spots (brown)
in the fur of giraffes
and the iris (chestnut)
from his eyes.

his opaque profile
got lost (green)
in the landscape and in the eyes
lost in the contour
of the backs (brown)
of giraffes.

Me and My Me, Poetry, Voodoo

Thursday

love lasts
like a hard wall
and hard are all the walls,
may not last the walls,
may not remain
but love remains...

love leaves its color, its warmth,
its odor on every wall,
that hard they will last
for a long time.

Me and My Me, Rock and Roll, Voodoo

Monday

don't turn around
to understand me
me too
I will not turn around
to understand
why did you turn...

Me, Poetry, Voodoo

Sunday

as if you were one
unexpected appearance,
primordial tribal entity.
I look at you and I miss
the banana yellow melancholy
of Carmen Miranda...

Me and My Me, Voodoo

Friday

I give you jewels, breastplates, crowns,
pineapples. eat you homeopathically
at every meal, I leave crumbs
of you in every corner of non-existence.

the sun sets radically behind the panels,
tropical settings of a movie nobody saw
I take low-cost trips around
pills from the bathroom cabinet,
Friday of myself!

Me and Voodoo

Wednesday

the Holes of Solitude
suck the sun and give
to the blue a touch of
fish scale
a red affliction
a fire born by
continuous and eternal friction!


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