Sunday, January 03, 2010


I woke up
And it felt like summer
Except my throat was closing
Like when I kissed
The plant that looked
Like a lady

The wind
And the sun
Played together
Like bewitched mice

I was told to close the window
Because the dust
Could puncture
Your lungs

I pushed to button
And watched the glass
Rise with the scenery

The water
Was a mirror once again
And even though
I was hungry
I was also happy


Francisco Bustos said...

breathin poems
a como de lugar
keep it goin

Martínez said...

Thanks hermano... we are in this for the long run...

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