Every day is equal
pass without trace, only a smell
gray dense caged
builds on memory.
Today, as there are no illusions, there is no intention
,
missing emotion,
I am breathless.
not want to write I can not feel, not today
inspire me you look so simple.
---------------------------------------------- CLOUDY
Hearing the waves
the melody of your voice harmonize with it,
Enjoying the sigh of the wind
the aura of your arms feel.
Feeling the sand pores in my skin
all my body poisons
Seeing sunset ecstasy
the depth of your eyes begin to understand.
Although today all feels cloudy,
and only a sad day is here, I know you'll always be
be waiting on me.
Marc Cortés
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