White words slipped out of my mouth,
and in different trips they stayed
in different parts of the world
to heal, deceive and steal,
to embrace, covet and smile.
If those are your twisted words,
can you tell which color are they?
In the storm they looked quite different,
but when the dance starts
the colors fade
to become absent white.
When white words reach my cords
all I can bear is bare pureness
without any double meaning,
hidden meaning, hidden possesion,
hidden domination.
hidden domination.
And with its bewitching power
I can pick up flowers
and stick them in your jacket
so you feel the beat
in its whispering scent
in these
my white words,
my white words.//
1 comment:
Diria que lo unico que no me gusto de tu post fue la imagen del gato, porque no me gustan los gatos jajajjaja, pero fuera de eso, muy lindo post, diferente, me gusta lo diferente, como siempre, te pasaste :) un saludo super grande y espero que lo hayas pasado muy bien en chiloe, espero ver fotos y oir experiencias. besos
Honey
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