Anton Senkou - Women and typewriter
On the International Day of Poetry.
Every promise is an invitation to hope. Giving life is a gift of hope, although it smells in the future, is enjoyed in this ...
A dying to hold you, I diluted your picture in words to digest the poison of not having .
My lyrics were transformed in the skin that I can not give ... Chicken skin the soul because it took another soup.
'll be the co-author of my poems but no one will know ... Accomplice of the feelings that I write ...
And recite your name in every word when, just, say love ...
And I will bare letter by letter, even if I take off my clothes.
The darkest time of the day is before dawn. The coldest time of the soul, which precedes the spring.
If the earth moves, the seas churn, the moon comes up and gets bigger ... How to stay out of such a swing?
A moon that expands proud to play with my emotions ... I can only give their brilliance ...
And the same moon that the Titanic was sinking. Like when my heart hit your iceberg and, as I sank, the musicians were playing.
Waiting for your laughter, I dyed my sadness ... Sometimes Sadness comes and inhabits me uninvited. That damned inconvenient to once gave him the keys.
Sunflower clouds do not understand, nor want to understand.
And that is the recipe for happiness has, believe it or not, a dash of melancholy ... Is that the transformation to continue living.
sneaks, women skeleton, shining bald head. Looking for love, like everyone, like everyone, it's scary.
We know there is a decline, but will never be sufficiently prepared to receive ...
Squeeze chest and wring tears.
sometimes comes in handy to cut onions to speed up processes. And, since there are no feelings either good or bad, that I come alive. And with them despite them LIVE!
Every so often I need to travel to the center of my verses to recover lost ground ...
M (e) edit between letters ...
If I straighten twists joyfully with the alphabet, transforming a sense of poetry as an alchemist of words.
As conceived in letters and die with them.
write to heal ...
breathing write lyrics when I need air.
write when I have plenty of words in the mouth ...
write to drain the excess ... And build what is missing ...
write to record memories ... and I write to clear them.
written to find ... And sometimes, I write to miss ...
writing to listen ...
write to shake ... and if I can to shake you too.
Because writing ... Am.
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