Y no pensé que llegaría el día en el que escribiría esto. Pero sucedió.
When you were sleeping on the sofa
I put my ear to your ear and listened
to the echo of your dreams.
That is the ocean I want to dive in,
merge with the bright fish,
plankton and pirate ships.
I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you
and ask them the questions I would ask you.
Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke
rising from a chimney?
Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing?
I don't wish I was in your arms,
I just wish I was peddling a bicycle
toward your arms.
The Secret, Jeffrey McDaniel
2 comentarios :
Yo tampoco soy muy fan de los poemas pero decir que es para suckers es un poco atrevido
Jaja sí, pero no fue con los ánimos de ofender a nadie.
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