Poem read in the middle of the blue forest
Dawn slowly: the electric blue of the sky rests on the things and the faces and the languid trees. One day, with longing anxieties, I searched the void: I found you there in a fetal position; Today I can only let you go. Go and fly! it crosses the skies like the eagle or the condor. Cross the Andes from section to section looking for your longed for freedom. Do not wait for me, more than I am. I usually think purely of myself.
A few moments ago, Frank phoned. With my stomach carried to my spine, I had to falsely explain to him that a moment ago I swallowed a piece of bread with a slice of butter. He has been a bit uneasy, but in the end I ended up convincing him. It was in passing by me in a couple of hours: "There's something I want you to see Go, Cheer up! I liked the poem that you left!"
The poem, although there is nothing to object, is no less accurate, that there is no something to magnify it. It says verbatim the following:
that is blurring little by little,
opening below me:
a desolate emptiness,
where the light fiber of life throbs violently;
I draw your sweet bitterness in the air currents,
the stream of trees drags me,
bombastic and blue
My hands are violet, my heart is tired: diastole and systole.
To come and go, from here to there, from there to here,
in a rampant debauchery that suits us both,
that kills us, that disturbs us,
an uppercut that ends the twelfth round:
has won by the hair,
But who will win, love, in this fight of the two?
A very high forest surrounds us, we are the center of the fog.
The cup of milk that comes from the moon,
the newspaper of June 13, 1985,
the moon looks like the roundness of your breasts,
turgid before the uncertainty of the caress,
a deaf listens to us from the neighborhood,
I can feel it,
by heart you have toads and snakes and bats,
you have forgotten to accentuate the words,
you forgot to put the commas,
the semicolons,
the points and followed,
the endpoints,
you leave ellipses wherever you go...
what a mania to make you want ...
Friends of steemit, a while ago that did not publish any content. I'm back with some renewed encouragement. I hope that it is your humble pleasure, the above exposed Greetings!