LITTLE BLUE MOONS (Written while listening to The Seasons by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky) We see what we want, and yet nothing is real.What we think we are seeing are mere fragmentsextracted from our dreams.We have burned reality with the flames of our repressed desires,and seasoned it it with slag,and filled it with the nonsense we
#poem, “Little Blue Moons”
Vemos lo que queremos y sin embargo nada es real….Increíble!!¡!
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A veces así es la vida amigo mío. Gracias. Saludos.
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Beautiful. Thank You, Love, nia
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Thank you so much dear Nia!
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