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I am a forest

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. –Friederich Nietzsche I am a cloud, and a siege of tornadoes: but

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The moon

In the evening with my eyelashes I kill all the events of the day I choke perceptions and reveries green That could be real Pending dream. In the evening with my fingers I spin yarns For your sweet bedlams… “I’ll

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Undark

With you I have hovered Above the sea In storm I smelled the tropical dew Of winter flowers… I have seen clouds Dissolute like dreams Of perpetual summers… With you I stopped Breathing Over the color of a Rose. Red

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What is the sound of a feeling?

It is what you hear as vibe of Love like thunderstorms stripping the coat of your soul. You are undressed and protected when sounds propagate to create a garden of lilies touching the ravishing gold of water rippling with innocence and

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The moon and the sixpence

“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking-glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong?” – Jack

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Trail away

Trail me away with questions and the weight of your love. Abyss is not yet invented Just seen in shadow moons… Cast me away with a thought replenishing with haze in mid mountain mornings… I carry feelings in my pockets

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To be in love

The Sea is a fickle lover One day sweet as honey dew The other bitter like sin… that makes you fall harder as if hit by a ton of bricks made of water glass Sincerity. It loves you back with

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Fibonacci’s greed

Numbers are gold They measure the silence of centuries and never pin down to feeling. Put Love in a number It would be 0, 1 or 10. Put Hate in a number It would be seven. Numbers follow the horizon

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Vestiges and claws

We are the only people in the world and we hold the keys to all gardens and dungeons beneath a wall… We live on Moon’s compassionate light and greenish profoundness of Spring. We may not die but if we do

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Ephemeral

“What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral?” – Frida Kahlo   Art by Frida Kahlo.  

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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