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DESCARO
las horas de espera,
las noches en vela,
los sueños a medias.
Y me limbo a ti.
Floto siendo piedra.
Te escucho, te admiro
hasta que pasa la pea.
Todo vuelve atrás,
no avanzamos,
somos cangrejos.
Me dices, una vez más, que
tu me querí
y me lo creo.
Ya no hay cafés,
ni miradas juguetonas,
ya no hay besos de despedidas.
En cambio dices:
"espero que la comida esté caliente"
mientras me quitas las bragas.
Hello dear Hivelovers, today I walk this space of the Diary Poem to drain a little and tell creatively, some conversations heard. I keep that energy that I want to positively transform into art. I hope you like it, a big hello to the administrators of the #Literatos community for their hard work.
NERVE
the waiting hours,
the sleepless nights,
half dreams.
And I limit myself to you.
I float being stone.
I listen to you, I admire you
until the pea passes.
Everything goes back
we do not advance,
we are crabs.
You tell me, once again, that
you loved me
and I believe it.
There are no more cafes,
nor playful looks,
there are no goodbyes kisses.
Instead you say:
"I hope the food is hot"
while you take off my panties.
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