we would go up there, as we used to do, and our homework as well, we did, full of joy, pressing very hard on the pencil lead: letters like angels telling stories (I never knew how to draw anything else).
up there
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my bruises and emotions
I will wear proudly
my injuries from the wars,
my bruises and my flaws,
my retreats and tearing
my emotions, absolutely
after breakfast
to smile from the fingertips to cover the chaos of the world, catching sight from a distance of more failures than victories, or maybe it is the opposite, I cannot remember (I do not speak to the gods after breakfast).
the Café vandal
You vandalize the thoughts of next table’s patrons, pretending to play on your phone, a bit ashamed to steal the lives of others (but not for very long).
late bloomings
we would let ourselves slip into the skin of a sorry place, where one tries to economize on vowels in long words, in order to come to a conclusion that would remain inside ourselves while watching the late blooms.