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the talent she never knew
hidden deep inside
came through a deep black road
to awake everyone read to listen.

and together they go
- embraced –
in this infinite trail
where hope never ends.

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little sparkles shines,
coming through her skin,
trying to illuminate everything.

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Today is a special day. No artwork – just my poetry. Today this blog completes one year. One hundred and seventy three posts later, three hundred and ninety four comments later and more than eleven thousand views. A lot of poets and thinkers I met – and I hope to meet even more. Amazing people who understands me, who cherish my work, who give me support even though we don’t know each other in person. And to think I started all of this to heal myself… I’m certainly not there yet but every time I write in here I’m getting far and far of losing myself completely. Thank you, everybody! And let’s walk this path always together!

Madame Ginoux

Paul Gauguin – Night Cafe in Arles (Madame Ginoux)

let’s not waste our time:
failed relationships
will never bear fruit.

we’re over.
so over.

let’s not fool ourselves:
we never shared a bed
for more than two nights.
why would we share separate lives?

we’re over
from the start.

we’re a habit
just like caffeine.

we’re hard to kill
but one day
we’ll succeed.

VanGogh_Bedroom_Arles1

Vincent van Gogh – Bedroom in Arles

We might as well be apart
it hardly matters, we sleep separately.

-  Paul Simon in Overs

dead end again,
nothing else to do.

we seek for answers
that’s already here:

we are over,
so over.

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why don’t we leave?
why don’t we go on?

if we are over, really over,
leave me, please, alone.

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