Poesia
I.
This world is angry due to a lack of coherence.
Language doesn’t help against the game of the odds.
We never see what is right under our nose.
The world is inside a pink elephant standing on the verge of a flatiron, refusing to play the game of consent.
II.
Two and a half men can’t tell a day from night.
Two and a half men once lost each other on a lazy green field only to have found each other again on the petal of the same flower.
Two and a half men argued all night and upset the night so much they were separated and forbidden to meet again under the black night’s dome.
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Two and a half men gnawed Hecate into despair so they could only meet in the milisecond of her blinking eye.
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Two and a half men realised they were never separate for they were always one.
Two and a half men were greater than the sum of their parts.
Two and a half men were whole, were infinite - for they were not at all.
III.
I was born under a Platano tree lullied to sleep by its leafs.
I remember the dream of a life by the sun.
Kissed by its rays I realized the purpose of life.
It brings me to tears that I am so seemingly far but the warmth of my tears reminds me the warmth of the sun, and I realize that it is all one.
IV.
Water lets me breathe and I feel at peace.
I follow the line because it has been there for the light years that are yet to come.
I remember the time when I have never been happier.
I long to be left alone on the coastline looking for birds.
And the flickering shadows of the green moss reminds me of home.
V.
A woman is always the one to blame, especially for her own abuse.
A game of respect cannot be won without trust.
Distrust will kill everything you love. Unless you turn it against yourself. Then, take a plunge.
Your thoughts feed fear.
When you blame the other you have already lost.