poetry

long-lost Mona Lisa

the ink seems to have broken into pieces around your eyes

it’s one of those days when you try to answer all the “why-s”,

but, darling, it comes a moment when the ink finally dries

and, for sure, you don’t want to look like a corpse of medium size.

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thoughts

such a child…

daydream far away, little shadow
with your eyes closed…
you immediately covered your eyes with your palms, exactly like a little kindergaten child playing hide and seek.
a few moments later, believing that i wasn’t keeping you under observation, you casted a glance through the spaces between your fingers.

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