MilkBread
my stories are rough and elitist
my stories don't age nor go bad
my stories don't have a first nor a last name
my stories don't remember where they came from.
Rags of illusion. Election. Climax.
Baby Bottles of poisoned liberty.
my stories walk in solitude, are blue and pretend to be deaf.
my stories compromise, bite and vandalize.
my stories are the only ones without entonations nor curses.
my stories silence.
letters without stamps, a leaf abused by autumm, and a little girl in a pink orchid dress.
my stories are empresses, vagabonds, crystalline.
my stories don't make mistakes and they are never close to be right.
my stories don't speak of epics, of manifestos, or fallen fruits.
my stories flourish in free fall.
emissary of a skin overflow, a goddess' cloak, smoke that tastes like sweet nostalgia.
within her eyes, I touch my ancestors and my descendents.
within her eyes I smell milkbread and tobacco from warm lands.
within her eyes I learn to fly low.
within her eyes I sleep.
my stories, your stories.
and her. always her
my stories don't age nor go bad
my stories don't have a first nor a last name
my stories don't remember where they came from.
Rags of illusion. Election. Climax.
Baby Bottles of poisoned liberty.
my stories walk in solitude, are blue and pretend to be deaf.
my stories compromise, bite and vandalize.
my stories are the only ones without entonations nor curses.
my stories silence.
letters without stamps, a leaf abused by autumm, and a little girl in a pink orchid dress.
my stories are empresses, vagabonds, crystalline.
my stories don't make mistakes and they are never close to be right.
my stories don't speak of epics, of manifestos, or fallen fruits.
my stories flourish in free fall.
emissary of a skin overflow, a goddess' cloak, smoke that tastes like sweet nostalgia.
within her eyes, I touch my ancestors and my descendents.
within her eyes I smell milkbread and tobacco from warm lands.
within her eyes I learn to fly low.
within her eyes I sleep.
my stories, your stories.
and her. always her