This poem I published at the beginning of this blog, today reissued the excuse of being the day of Valentine's Day.
I said: Bob Dylan is the best poet in the world.
you answer me: Well, no big deal ...
And I actually thought I had
liked to write a poem song
read: my love is like a crow
with a broken wing in your window.
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can not buy it.
But in my eternal timidity only managed to say:
I am allergic to any dogma.
When in fact I was dying
to say that your profile backlit
could thousand philosophies and theories
and come running to see
so fragile and powerful at the same time,
under the persistent drizzle April
me feel a joy unknown.
Everything was amazed and never figured
so many derrick eternity in an instant
Your look me confirmed
what he had learned in poems
ie that the earth is full of sky.
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