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Hermano de la Luna

Posted by mokita on February 19, 2015, 2:12 am
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And i am the brother's moon because we share the same space crossing the streets at night with salty-silver protection missing the sun on my toasted skin.

Loving the nocturnal palmas and the sand in complete darkness,drunk with the smell of eternity and white maternity deep in the blue darkness.

I am death and gravity doesn't exist my blood is warm tequila like the sap of the ancient mojote trees that tell me stories of the ones who came first when there was no human sound and everything sleeps after the atardecer.

Layita sleeps in her house with no windows or doors,soul expose to the public in the stage of her life.

The houses made out of palapas in its entirely sleep with hearts illuminated by candles and life that depend on the mar and cocos de aceite.

the cemetery doesn't sleep surrounded by orange and lime color palms.The heroes come out to tell bloody story's that the sand absorb.

I am slave of the sand which tide my feet up like soft shackles to the grown in my anxiety of flying and drink the air that taste like coconut water.

The wind is soft and thick under my wings that start to wake up,my feet don't touch the ground but my hands can't touch the clouds of silver and copper.

My body convulses in a swirl of deaf air that take me up in the sky without passing the palmas and then alight me on the soft and invisible sand.

And then my eyes witness the birth of the new day and the ocean goes up in steam and the gold of the newborn sun shape my soul on the warm sand.

Delirium of color after a dark blue night and I am reincarnated in who I am,alive and invisible again.

I claim my name and accept my destiny and absorb the color of my village with no people because they can't see me and I don't see them.

mokita

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