3 Days Before Period Is Due

If tomorrow I die ...

And every moment

fresh shake the

thought

threading one hundred times
that we had owners.

And those dreams, broken, emollients

that my teeth squeaked
emotion taciturn,

lively march of my soul and my ashes

running very fast
evading death

and looking for home ...

And out of nowhere,
a breeze rises

calque that naive laughter

dust and scatter my bones forgetful

in that distant sea,
inaccessible and only ...

that I shall not verified any time.

Epitaph nameless portrait ...

"Here lies close your everlasting lover"

empty No roses at the feet of those waters

traveling my cool.

am the owner of no more than the space

where today paraphrasing.

There will.

terminate Take my sorrow.

MarisaLy

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06.03.2006