
WE’VE LOST THE FUTURE
20 Mar 2022 Leave a comment
in BACK TO THE FUTURE Tags: caress, future, luna, moon, mouth, Storms

NOT YOUR PUPPET
16 Mar 2022 Leave a comment
in FEELINGS Tags: amleta, cross, desire, fairy queen, moon, Puppet

Feeling that sense of getting lost in the middle of the music, the only one Without thinking that an audience judges Get out of the sheet that sweats to go back into the dispersed intercourse Over time that changes in beating a burning iron With blood that spits and kills whoever helps, then scrutinizes I move each strand of my puppet with subtle movements But mine is a puppet who knows who is driving him, it is he who cuts his strings It is the statue that is erected by enthusiasm and left to that guano he wears A standing run, a cross on the ground A vice, a hug, a patch, a tear, a violent silence A voice, a mouth, a threshold, a light A moon, a desire, a shape, a need, a woman, a pride, a retort, a sunset A beach, a fate that I write, a fate that I live A road that starts from here.
ARTEMIS
02 Dec 2021 6 Comments
in FEELINGS Tags: abode, bow knife, moon, princess, rooms lady, sylvan, warrior, wife, woods

Young princess Child now grown up You play being a wife satisfied lady. The rooms of your home Polished dwelling- They might satisfy Your thirst for tea friends accommodated For years to come, For years. Your wise husband accomplished master He does not feel the pains Ignore the paleness. Behind a door Your pain is hidden Locked in Golden lock. You were free in the woods, with your bow and your knife, true warrior, and now only daughter-in-law. In twelve months you look at the moon, dreaming of that life in a sylvan abode, you wait to be sure that the wind will come back and take away your days.
THE GREEN EYED GIRL
22 Nov 2021 Leave a comment
in TALES Tags: AIR, drops, girl, GREEN EYES, guardian angel, moon, race waste, REALITY, routes, TRAIN, veins, window

The green-eyed girl watched the falling rain hit the window; the drops competed to finish first, it was like a competition and the first one that arrived disappeared into thin air. A bit like life. Life is a constant race of speed, only those who keep running find their way while the others get lost halfway and in order not to waste time they take another one that leads them to unhappiness. Then there are those like the girl with the emerald eyes who from the beginning do not know which way to take and remain at the starting point waiting for someone to pick them up and take them on the right path. But that someone will never come.

Her eyes slaughtered by the night. She who in her eyes had the routes to the moon. She who was cold inside, the cold that freezes your veins. She who no longer believed in love, she didn't want a guardian angel. Those eyes have seen too many things for the few years he has. Her eyes always on the edge of the precipice. Always ready for the explosion. They say that crying is good, good for the soul But when your soul is too tormented where nothing makes sense they are just wasted tears. Like, have you ever confused the dream with reality? Have you ever been high? Did you believe that your train was moving while it was stopped? Maybe I was just a little girl and that's it.
THE HEART OF THE MOON
07 Jul 2021 Leave a comment
in FEELINGS Tags: blue, dream, heart, mistery, moon, sleeping, tears

Heart moon.
Mystery illuminated by the dream.
The thought tears. Every morning it opens one day.
It hurts to wake up.
Having to live in human sleep.
A bright and perky twin.
While you are still sleeping.
An efficient and hardworking twin while you laze in the sheets.
A slab of hearts.
Crushed.
I went in from the back.
Walking on the carpets with holes in them.
The rooster crowed.
The rain was coming.
Candles dropped from my eyes and the light touched my green irises, coloring the meadows of your feeling.
I have chosen not to participate in the life cycle but to remain in nature.
From your doors to my doors a hanging wire grows, almost a vine.
Profane.
A darkly severed scene cut by a skeptical director.
That you want a happy ending is obvious but my end is always cynical.
Heart night.
Heart moon.
Mystery illuminated by the dream.
The thought tears.
Every morning it opens one day.
It hurts to wake up.
Having to live in human sleep.
A bright and perky twin.
While you are still sleeping.
An efficient and hardworking twin while you laze in the sheets.
A slab of hearts.
Crushed.
LUNATIC GIRL
04 Jun 2021 Leave a comment
in MY LIFE AS A WOMAN Tags: Beautiful, Dound, emptiness, Girl power, girls, idea, inner strength, lady, love, lunatic, Mood, moon, perfect, shemale, Trans, trav

With strengths and weaknesses.
Black days and rainbows.
Paranoia and insecurities.
Crooked moons and bipolarity.
Logorrheic and despotic.
Break boxes and always on his.
But above all, always myself.


