Thursday, June 6, 2019

Alberto Palomo, Lexington, South Carolina, United States of America

Philosophies...faiths...science...
Unknown limit...
where the Universe has... no shape...
when each point...is the center...
and the Eagle...could be an Ant...

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Flashbacks and melancholia...
Magic...Etymology...Syncretism...
Feeling them ...inside the words...
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ay...sigh..
through the languages ...I taste...
wearing their clothes...
hearing their songs...
I reach...the first verb ...
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Some...look for GOD/DESS...
others...a reason...
a few...say that...don't care...
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I..am...still the same...
scouting ...
following your trail...
living many lives...in this one...
as Paris and Aeneas did...
walking on the same steps...
writing a meaning...for my existence...
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Close my eyes...
and keep my way...
to the Ocean...
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Yellow pettings...
love verses in cherry lips...
eternity...smelling to peach...
your salt on my cheeks...
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Close my eyes...
and keep my way...
to the Ocean...
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My shadow...tells me...
You are an intruder in poetry...
write just stories...a novel...sail...
what...could I do...?
if poems come to my senses...
missing you...
and...
Only the Ocean...with her love and beauty...
calm me...
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Close my eyes...
and keep my way...
to the Ocean...
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Placebo
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© 2019 Alberto Palomo 



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