My words are stones, sharp and precise,
ready to throw,
faces on vulnerable and defenseless,
are hovering clouds, swollen with innuendo,
going on in the eyes infinite expectations
drops are precious, unforgettable
long pangs and then sip,
are flaming arrows
the wind or the luck they know address
are flashes inside a pit, dark and abandoned,
a face to the deaf and dumb 'Love has illuminated
leaves are falling, due to promises,
that time forgive you for having spoken
are wrong notes on the sheet have happened by accident,
drawn, and then forgotten,
the words I said or I thought say,
admit
tight in his teeth,
past, applicants,
unexpected, hear or dream ...
My words are tumbling, snowballs in the sun,
glowing rockets before bursting,
are toys and mosquitoes, sand pile,
small bans which disobey
went to sleep, surprised by a deep pain
that I can not explain
do as they please, get lost in the dark
then return
are endless night, bursts of laughter,
faces too overexposed to the sun,
These are the words,
sweet rancorous, full of respect or indecorous
are my father and mother,
a kiss on the head before sleep before starting another,
the words I said, and who knows how many still
must come ...
squeezed between teeth
save these,
imagined, dreamed or heard,
swords, daggers,
sigh in the dark, forgive,
blown by a foot.
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