A poem
*I dream a tiny poem
May it serve as a house and an umbrella for you, of bed to sleep with whoever you want, trampoline to jump or not, a poem proof of promises and traps.
*I wish a poem as paper chain
May your rains undo it and your vapors write it again, with other words that name me before being deleted.
*Please, an invisible poem, so that no one but you reads it and no one but me will forget it.
*A poem like a painting by Picasso, like a coliseum made with matches, like a chickpea banquet in August, like a luxury shower in a basin.
*A poem without sideburns. A trapezoid poem, to jump without the anticipated defeat of a network. A strawberry ice cream poem from childhood, postcard from your terrace to hang it on any wall in the world inventing windows.
*A circular poem to kiss the back of your neck by surprise, or make faces behind you at the mirrors. A poem without bars, nor doors, nor lock; that is, a poem that is the opposite of a cage. A poem with the exact treasure map, who is missing only that little piece. A rope poem for you to skip, a poem that tastes like beer and me (and it may cost you 100 drunks to tell the difference).
*A spiritual poem written with each part of your body. A poem with walls and no roof. A poem without plans and with wings.
*A poem that reminds you of good times, a poet that makes you smile, a
firecracker
that explodes softly between your hands and cause less damage than nostalgia.
*A poem. Little thing.
*You don’t need more to unleash springs in all the deserts.
Carlos Salem.
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Posted by Moon~• on 2023-10-06 16:56:46
Tagged: , CarlosSalem , Poema , Poetas , Sueños , Otoño , Hands , Flowers , Music , Heart , autumn
