Kissing you infected

I have an engine where my voice has glances for what is to come, I want to grasp the future where my vital song pretends to be a dance I offer you to cut the distance, and it moves like the flame of your two-syllable name. Time caught in breaths, moving the sound, facing to love, and seeking to be loved back. It costs a lot to say the verb to love, but perhaps the will of my emotions deserves to be helped by charity and mercy.

You know, this Thursday 28th I made a bet because I had many childish doubts. In a moment I could do as I always do, retrace my steps and keep myself in my familiar zone. But with the uncertainty of being under the silence, uncaused for all intents and purposes, and hidden among the bits and waves of electric space, I chose the movement of going near you to manifest. I traveled to a bench on the Residencial, in the dark heat of a night, at half-past nine o'clock. A straight pedestrian walkway, lights on round lampposts, many walking their pets. And I rained. I delivered with a great desire my honesty. I told you, little comrade, that you were a surprise of the fate of all my hearts because in a week you had led me to the temptation to dream the future, to imagine the light of day as a consequence of your smile, and that my ocean of life was asking your permission to bite you and kiss you. In the rarity of being lined paper with a grid, this city of rivers is the frame for you guapa infinita.

And my voice concludes that everything I did and everything to come is a contagion of loving and being loved. I heard you sincere, we are both in different spaces, you smile but you must rebuild, I seem ready, so, it won't happen today or soon. And a list of words behind words appears.

What do I have to tell you?

These are strange times, where immaterial socialism brings me a wild-haired comrade. And I rain to sprout as nature and life. I rain being me and for me, come what may, I'm on a great pinnacle to live, maybe I always have been. And loneliness is natural and a good song.

So harder close

In the peculiar case, when the skin has a slight swelling, right in the fold of the plexus, where the nerve branches seek the order and combination of electrical impulses. And the redness of the dermis, the pruritus that sinks, are offerings of life and reaction. Then, a small spell may appear, or the dedication of future numbers that will bring wealth. How does one become a winner?

It is heard loudly in the atmosphere, with persistence, with work that appeases freedom but gives leads.

I do not know well.

As a series of steps dictated to the Djinn, under the guidance of Solomon, I enunciate the strength of my covenants, the fineness of my commandments, and the manifestations to create accountability, healing, and growth for me. And I hope that this point above as below will bring the now of my future. Silver with gold from the stars, each valid wish, is the purchase of the desire to be a new man. 

Let it be so, that I am today ninth.

To agree

The first snowfall of the winter perhaps leaves room for things to feel less harsh. 

I wonder about the waves that arise in our day after day, because the world is spiteful and selfish, but also full of goodwill and growth. So, in order for it not to be a bitter pill to swallow, you have to drink a little bit of poison every day. Suddenly the character is tempered, and the harshness of life does not overwhelm. 

The paper cuts are like the form of a disaster, a binding contract between my kingdom and reality. Just as kindness is sweet and must be preserved, like a beautiful photo emerging from the negative.

Well dressed, as an announcement that I take care of myself and love myself, I also understand that my will lies in my actions and the clarity that gives me peace. So I silence the alarms that surround me and walk upright to throw myself smiling into a bluish pool.

Goth photograph

The gentle rain that starts a month on Sunday. And all I can do is run away to me. Complete to be a living voice of a flat life, and witness to the bees and their queens. To learn each day, if only a line of knowledge. Curious that there are sports Olympics and not knowledge Olympics. As far as I know. Lady picture show. 

The wide space of the dramas and political fights of my bicentennial nation is like a photograph of someone whose name we will never know. And in the face of this, there remains mysticism and symbolic orders, like the number 23.

23 awakenings

23 winters

23 awarenesses

23 drops of rain from every direction

23 parallel worlds

23 kind and loving human beings

23 cups of jasmine tea

23 dreams

23 dangers

23 struggles to grow

23 mantras

23 years

all for peace and present time counted in minutes.

baby it's no time

Yesterday, I was finally vaccinated. So the passage of these hours has been to assimilate the virus back into my system.

Time and the body have a connection, and as I saw in a movie also released yesterday, entropy can be reversed, and there are things that go forward, and things that go backward. Like today.

The present is there to let go of my past, which was a lesson, an experience, happiness, some memories.

Like I love that pumpkins song that says today is the greatest day. And I know it and hum it for many decades, already. The water of our bodies is the flesh of the oceans.

Today too, justly is the day of no time, according to the Mayans. I walk then on the tide, into 100 feet waves, seeing the reverse of time. To let go and trust, because I am thanks to all the steps of my seasons and the wrong lines of my history.  Winter into spring. The present holds me until the day I am no more. No time for the 25th.