lunes, 24 de septiembre de 2012

A yawn

  Open the windows
and leave your hair
to travel
with the flowing of air
coming and going
to unknown places
and cover
the longest distance
and touch
unshaped bodies
in time cero
a rush
a yawn
of the sleepy Love
waking up.

Picture: borrowed from the website "" =)

5 comentarios:

  1. Me encanta ese "sleepy Love" waking up :P

  2. I'm having a hard time understanding this one. I am a bit poetry challenged

  3. Anne, you should have SO MANY MORE comments here posted. But since I am here JAJAJA! what more is needed--grin!

    I wish I had the time to read hundreds of blogs each day--and comment. So MANY good writers out here--as you also are counted. I just posted again, as yours was arriving here. What a SMALL world!

    I shall return here because I like your enthusiasm (and your writing!) Hope you understand my words.
    PEACE!, Anne

  4. So calminggg and so beautiful!!! Love it :)