@roswelborges

I prefer to hear you beneath my skin. A fire with sighs of waves tousles my hair. I end up thinking the same, being air caressing your face. Let him think of the silence, of the hidden pages of the poets who extort your steps. Tell him I want to kiss your smile, that I want to lose myself in your shadow.

Don't tell anyone about my sigh over your image. They'll believe any story that betrays the pain, the ridicule of white petals, the ridicule. Air upon air. Air in your mouth so as not to tell the wind about the loneliness of your paths through the mist, weaving a song of butterflies.

It's raining this afternoon, and I can only think of raindrops on your skin. A woman walks along the edge of the abyss. A different woman with umbrellas, but on the edge of the cliff, unaware of who casts her shadow on the cobblestones.

And the wind asks me, sitting in the tree: What is rain? I have no idea. I only perceive drops of fire in the blood upon the caress of your voice.

The blood left by the rain has your scent of lips pressed tightly together so as not to recognize you hurt me in the desert. Causal reflection, drops in the touch of a branch that doesn't close the wound, that sacrifices everything...

One can wake up with a smile on their face...

I lit incense so I wouldn't see your wings... Pain that breaks me because of the damned circumstance of love everywhere.

I remain lost in the image of kisses on your eyelids even though the sunflowers ignore my tongue gliding over your thorns... #poetry

Its petals hold my blood with the imprints of my steps in the vigil of your shadow.

Ask the flowers about the pain of the petals that wither without dying on your skin.

My reflection has asked me about loneliness. Thorns between your wings and my heart. Thorns in the silence.

Dawn breaks and life smiles upon you. Smile back at those around you, and their lives will be so much better today!

The doorways have lights on to illuminate your silhouette. Don't blame me for seeing you in all the shadows. Don't blame me for loving you despite everything...

Healing despite the shadows with the persistence of the sun that does not resist.

An iron structure, solid, held horizontally, covered in drops of water...

Acompañándoles de la mejor manera que sea posible Lo causal quiso que, precisamente hoy, estuviese dialogando con alguien sobre aquellas lecciones que podemos considerar cruciales para transmitir en la educación de nuestros hijos. Unas horas más tarde, al entrar en Hive, me encuentro con esta propuesta en esta comunidad tan hermosa y es por ello que me decidí sin reservas a participar. ¿Cuáles consideras que son las lecciones más importantes que debemos enseñar a nuestros…

The goldsmith wanted to tattoo your name on my chest and a tear rolled down his hands when he saw my ribs exposed: renunciation of broken crystals with your name on each petal.

No one told me that a tear would hurt so much falling on my lips, breaking my chin and hanging endlessly suspended in the air with my face on the petals of your wings.

Hanging from the clouds (Poetry) Rhetoric of an executioner without ropes, embraces tattooed on the clouds. Figuratives. Your voice hangs from the clouds to strike me; it hangs from my wings, in the epiphany of silence. Solitude is a bird that hangs on your skin. The smile, the hug, the cup it lifts; a prediction of image, a prophecy in honey. A society not secret and cursed when it sings. The oracle doesn't lie: it dies without a cord, with the sun, with the light, and the…