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vida y muerte

Posted by mokita on October 31, 2014, 3:13 pm
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The sun fell and broke into a thousand pieces that were floating on the sea and move slowly.

And i left my body on the sand that smells like a graveyard and my soul flew to the mountains where the cross is,looking down listening to the dogs barking in the distance.

The air was sad and blue.The moon announcing it's arrival with a silver and copper glow and my naked soul vulnerable like the delicate flowers that live in the gigantic tescalamas in las joyas protected by elves.

I felt the presence of my own dead without fear without thinking in my own mortality but with the sensation of butterfly's in my bowels.

I extent my arms and swim in to the air till i reach the iglesia where the virgin Mary reigns dressed with stars and the blue sky.

Unreal and fragile sublime like the sea foam that came from different and distance worlds.

Sleepless night without darkness patched in the middle by angels that smell like the sea and wild flowers with no color that grow in the streets around the puddles were the moon reflect its image in the death of the night.

Silence gives way to magic and the sea breeze invade everything and gets into your body and soul.

The sap of life makes you float in the air and take you up into the sky.

Rain that wet your senses and leave a smell of newborn life and awake your soul and make grow teresitas on it.

In la manznanita nobody dies they just pass to a better life.

mokita.

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