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THE WOMAN.

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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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Dear you.

Dear You,

In case that you don’t know,

I think I still love you so.

From the days you’re satisfied,

to the days you’re tired,

my heart for you vibrates like:

a calm ocean in a stormy night.

And then time goes

certainly like a boat

floating towards home

where only you know,

until the ending note

of all rhymed love songs,

I’ll still love you so.

Love,

Me.

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.

His.

Darling, your life is dancing
like a rolling dice.

Busy busy til the Sun resides

at the farward skyline-

A celestial straight line

dividing day and night,

dividing you and I.

And the wheel of life

keeps spinning in your mind,

on and on every night.

The wind.

I kept chasing the Sun.

Then, suddenly a wind touched my hair.

His skin was sandy

and his breath was arid.

I remember Him-

the clearest image of all summers.

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.

Suicide.

Unhesitatingly,

I hang myself by a thread of your hair

and let me burnt in the flame of your stare.

Still,

I’m craving for your sins,

etching on my skin,

when the moonlight left a kiss

on the linen sheet

and you got my everything.

Little.

Brightly glow as the sun might

It is still up and timely dies

Shamed by your little light 

Shining through day and night

Guiding this sole weary kind

To his longed-for certain life

Residing by your side.

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.

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