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Swings of life
To seek,outside of ourselvesin order to find ourselves What bullshit is that…Yet we keep on asking more from life outsideswinging back and forthback and forthfar beyond smiles and heartbreaksto feel meanings and answersin this life and beyondOnly to feelmore fresh and windy questions back…I see ‘Time’ sitting on a swingheld firmly by long ropes of ‘Destiny’moving to and froto and frosame beginnings , same going nowheresame smiles, same heartbreakssame looking outside,this infinite sky of desiresthat big mountain of dreamsto and froto and froEvery effort to go even more bringing us back even more Yet this godly child in us keeps us movingon these swings of lifeHope mistress pushing…Fear monsters dragging…Fresh…
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Ode to a broken Hair
Ode to a Broken hair Tangled-up in a purple sweater, a broken long blonde hair. soaked in some free moments of yesterdays Twisting, moaning ,imprisoned in time (Not willing to give up it’s momentary existence) An iceberg, a sun, traveling, moving country by country heart by heart Carrying along, cold snow of so many winters Different places, so many people, just one story. A grandmother near a window, holding an empty pot of a ‘gone flower’ A grandfather, with smoky bearings somewhere up in the skies, smiling A mother, concerned of her grownup children A father, thinking, who will show up next smiling. Generations of unborn children dancing in a…
