Sometimes

by

Barber%C3%AF%C2%BF%C2%BD Del Rosal Eva

Love is not tragedy
my mental riddle.
Men and women. I already ask for a dimension non typical,
where are living together in a reason of no pride.
Abuse the torture for all of convivence,
the conquest of territory,
when nobody wants
a prison of solutions.
It's a pleasure not to be one pleasure sometimes.
My discuss is the only one that suppose to me a logical nature.
I just abandon.
My intrigue is a persuasion
investigating around the communicative world.
I don't support anyway the quest of dreams really.
It's a need a require of possesion in the virtual expression of happiness.
I would like to kiss a mother-star in the mountain o peace,
but plants, animals, houses, rivers, the sea remember me that anyone is a tree; imagination watching creation...

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