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THE WOMAN.

in her secret life

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losing

Loneliness 

I’m in love with a man who loves Loneliness.

He needs it just like people need air.

Every night, he makes friends with his nightmares;

and in his unconsciousness, Loneliness leaves him a kiss.

He wakes up, next to me and lingers his cheek,

where the last night secret kiss was placed.

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Treasure 

Let go of me.

….

I’m not your treasure,

just a shiny pebble you encountered

when life got to a corner. 

…..

I am a cursed pebble.

The vicious witch is my mother.

And she will not let you take me from her.

….

Your life is on different waters

and mine is staying here forever.

….

Let go of me, come back to your past and future.

….

Don’t think of me.

Don’t pity me.

I’m just a pebble you never encounter when life gets to the corner.

Moon.

Ciao my sailor

Can you see the Sun

rising from the East line of the world?

Do you love her?

I know you will do.

She’s beautiful and so are you.

The night is over.

My silver anchor can’t stay.

The sky now is hers.

Oh dear, my sailor!

Sleep, sleep and let me kiss you gentle.

Then you’ll know there was once:

a moonlight in you.

Au revoir, my sailor.

See.

Giggling in the trees,

darling, what do you see

in me?

Is the Sun 

shining bright

on the crown

of a king

on the day he left

a kingdom 

and his queen?

Is the wind

blowing wild

on a face

of wrinkled sins?

And the sand?

Reflections?

And Illusions?

Do they drip

like tears

of my eyes

on the day

you left the throne?

And since, long you’re gone, gone, gone.

I’ve missed you lately.

It’s funny how I’ve missed you lately

Like…

I’m drunk in old memories.

Damn beautiful memories:

Hands, hugs,

mornings, nights,

moonlights,

your eyes.

By my bare hands, those I murdered

now against the rust

came like a fever:

Haunted.

Relentless.

Damn! This I hatred.

“With you, why am I so helpless?”

April.

April is the month of lies

I hope it’d put you back

to my side.

Again, be mine.

Fool.

He said he was a selfish fool.

Yes, he is.

My fool.

I’m thinking if he knows

Life is all about:

fooling around.

We are all fools, dear. 

Don’t take the cloth

off your eyes.

Let you’re fooled

by life,

and see 

if your roads 

cross mine.

Waves.

Today, Sadness touched me

naturally-

like waves-

strong and small,

in the sea,

kissing the shores,

taking away dreams 

I wanted to be,

to the horizon

that my eyes’re unable to see.

Gone Sun

She has gone;

when the sun was dying-

on the last day of the world;

my Sun is no long shining.

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