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Showing posts from January, 2016

has the rain come ?

has the rain come
or is it just a dirty glass?

watching my eyes

watching my eyes in the mirror
all of a sudden I laugh
discovering  those trails I wonder
are wrinkles the laughter lines ?


which desire fades first
the rose or its thirst?

silver reflections

silver reflections of pain
daggers enlightening  the night
are they my tears or the rain?