Today she told me she loved me To Mars and back, The moon far too close to be sufficient. I remember her little crinkled nose Which she insists is nothing Like Mamá’s And her cottoned cries Made of cats and sheep Far away in a hospital room But close enough to know They were hers,… Continue reading To Mars and Back
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Butterflies 🦋
🦋 I have again butterflies, tickles inside of me, a “looking forward to” heart. I have on my skin the hope of knowing that the endings, even if abrupt, are required. I will never be the same, but I learned that whoever loves you well, exists. And who does not, does not matter. That what… Continue reading Butterflies 🦋
The panther who came for dinner
Some mornings I wake up before dawn and under my bed lives a dark panther of imposible size. The wild fangs, the burning eyes. She is never going to leave me in peace, motor growling softly with everything that is evil. The opposite of love is not hate, It’s the emptiness you leave. The kisses… Continue reading The panther who came for dinner