sábado, 30 de noviembre de 2013
martes, 26 de noviembre de 2013
Open Letters (1)
I met a guy from a different dimension, owner of supernatural powers he couldn't suspect. When I see him, something in the deep is feeling strange, like a dragonfly moving the wings slowly, moving magnet fields that I've never feel before.
He came from the Island of the Sleepy Flowers, which were planted by future hopes and feelings, hidden from the scars and predators, with big walls of concrete making a maze with no human sense.
One day we talked, next day we walked, after that we laughed and touched the silent surrounded us, like a familiar fabric, like a childhood fort made of sheets. One day I kissed him, and then I've noticed my internal clocks were moving in the wrong direction..., but then I met the ghosts from a far forest, covered with an eternal twilight I couldn't understand.
The dragonfly is still there, moving the wings, expecting a signal to fly over the boy of golden heart, but...things like these aren't easy. That's why I've changed my words and actions with a different color palette, inside envelopes and flying over other winds, not becoming an annoying junk mail in front of a fortress.
But...the dragonfly is still there, and the clocks are running in the correct way for me, at least...
JLGQ. 26/11/13.
He came from the Island of the Sleepy Flowers, which were planted by future hopes and feelings, hidden from the scars and predators, with big walls of concrete making a maze with no human sense.
One day we talked, next day we walked, after that we laughed and touched the silent surrounded us, like a familiar fabric, like a childhood fort made of sheets. One day I kissed him, and then I've noticed my internal clocks were moving in the wrong direction..., but then I met the ghosts from a far forest, covered with an eternal twilight I couldn't understand.
The dragonfly is still there, moving the wings, expecting a signal to fly over the boy of golden heart, but...things like these aren't easy. That's why I've changed my words and actions with a different color palette, inside envelopes and flying over other winds, not becoming an annoying junk mail in front of a fortress.
But...the dragonfly is still there, and the clocks are running in the correct way for me, at least...
JLGQ. 26/11/13.
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