me gusta caminar de noche
preferible sin la luna
esconderme en mis pensamientos
reír como niña como nunca pude
pensar en dulces y juegos
y olvidar todo lo que fui
flagelação cerebral
eu gosto de andar a noite
preferível sem a lua
esconda-se em meus pensamentos
ria como uma garota como eu nunca pude
pense em doces e jogos
e esquecer tudo o que eu era
cerebral flagellation
i like to walk at night
preferably without the moon
hide in my thoughts
laugh like a little girl like i never could
think of candy and games
and forget everything i was
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The imagery in this poem is surreal. The thought of the moon itself not being around is interesting and does give one to contemplate on life. Excellent write my friend. 🙂
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Thank you, 😊
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You are welcome my friend. 🙂
P.S Thank you for taking your time and reading some of my past works.
I hope that one poem you liked with the rhyming…you understood where I was coming from.
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Yes very powerful work I really enjoy your earlier stuff too I like to see the progression of an artist
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Thank you. I did tons of research when I was writing that poem.
All artist progress and strive to grow and learn. Poetry is medicine to our souls. 🙂
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Amen!!!
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🙂
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Hola
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Hola desde Los Angeles 🙂
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Overcoming a hard childhood? Regardless, well-written, Marisela.
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Thanks Susi, yes something like that great observation I appreciate it ✌💓
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((hugs))
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Reblogged this on words less spoken and commented:
from the depot 🙂
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