became red with embarrassment
only the sound of his voice
the other side of Europe,
the other side of the heart.
pen between the heart and laughter of a friend.
check me smile poet
and her dancer
that gave my life to art that
like a butterfly on the cover of
rests on a flower and remains among the eyelashes .
rests and is as if time is nothing and nothing is everything
between beauty and ugliness that we smile
when can you have
for us this art such as water that is drunk
for the sake of beauty
but also to say things that do not go
and thanks for being a flower with a zillion colors planted in my…
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