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Rosita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Ro-see-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Ro. See. Ta.

She was Ro, plain Ro, in the morning, standing five feet six in one sock. She was Rose in slacks. She was Rosa on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Rosita.

The lullaby of your lips

Gravitating motionless through the lake seeing nothing but the pitch black frame inside my eyes. The water slowly clapped against my chest letting me know you were also there, to try and find you with my stare was futile for no ray of light could possibly bounce through my gaze, nevertheless I knew it was you who was contemplating by my side the darkness we were being caressed by. 

One firefly suddenly appeared, giving birth to what was the first stanza of light we were soon going to presence. Around us hundreds of fireflies began to initiate their visual lullaby, the lake was suddenly illuminated at large obliging your infinite beauty before my eyes. You were -as always- kindly smiling, looking through my eyes as if you could touch my soul with the pureness of your gaze. My heart rapidly increased it’s tempo and my hand reached yours, we dived into the lake and as we were two the water made us one, for I couldn’t see myself stranded from your presence and the sweet perfume your hair was so amused to cast. 

Finally we reached a cave underwater lighted by dozens of torches in which we could pleasantly rest, we walked towards the shore of rocks and your body found rest among the hardness, I saw you falling asleep and I reached for a torch in order to lay it near your body, so you could never feel cold again as you did for me.


In my heart I feel so high, I want to know the reasons why, my blood threads so slowly and how it is that you’re the one eyed feather and the lions mane.

And there will be no more nights and no more stars, no more scars and no more laughs, no more dreams and no more thoughts, when silence drowns the screams.

How to feel fuzzy in one eyeblink

How to feel fuzzy in one eyeblink

Life in monochrome

Life in monochrome

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know
Ernest Hemingway
Last Night at the Jetty by Panda Bear from the album: Tomboy

Panda Bear - Last Night at the Jetty

Drawing in the wind

Soothing your thorned heart I pinched myself.

The blood straying from my body made me feel warm for a moment only, just enough to build castles upon the air and hear the lullabies of your hair, as the wind softly made me mirth and gave your skin a second birth I began to realize the deep layers of the decoy were fading away revealing myself as the prey.

The flames ablaze breathing my dreams, the heaviness of the truth made me come to tears and even when it’s hard to say it I won’t say it and I won’t be here for long though I know it’s wrong.

And I’ll be there to take care of you if ever you should decide, but you don’t want to waste your life in the middle of a lovesick lullaby

One original thought is worth a thousand mindless quotings
Yellow brick road

Yellow brick road

Swimming the distance

In a dream I swam to the other side, from all wasn’t fair and my heart was light.
Now I’ll never lose the track again.
With a thorn in my wrist and the eyes dark I couldn’t understand how to let it pass, but suddenly everything was different. I must have slept for long, since everything passed around me and no one seemed to care, now I’ll never lose the track again.
Don’t you understand how to hide yourself to let no one ever see your wounds, now you’ll never lose the track again

I didn’t feel the pain, I didn’t feel anything at all

6 degrees of heights

6 degrees of heights

No I never break my gaze, if just to see this scar remains reflected in your eyes