Luana Del Lobo
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Luana Del Lobo Poems
They offered me a rubber duck, Yellow body that overshadows the sun, Orange beak, fallen from the tree, Black rounded eyes,
Flushed skin, Fever eyes Like flames In the dark nights.
It has been to long Since I dare to enter the mirror And see myself Plain as I am
The fresh water in my flesh The burning sun in my red lips The sand in my bright skin
The Crown of Salt
The yellow of the light Penetrates into the volatile waters The sea is a tear that burns the face When he bathes in the ocean.
Verse, the current of the soul...
It's just a little piece of paper And the wizard keeps it in his pocket He likes to dance to the sound of music He thinks he's free!
I spent all morning sensing an idea It was shy at first Begging to be left in peace
A little film called HOME!
A little fairy Wishes to grant my desires She tells me: - You want to enter the screen
He hides himself in fantastic tales He's the image of perfection Sir Galahad find the Grail!
We’re old but we can’t understand, We’re sensible but we can’t find reason, We’re real but we can’t see ourselves.
I join my hands I see the bruises It doesn't bother me It hurts, It's fine daddy
I lay in my be I wander about things I've wandered a million times before It’s always the same,
My Little Umbrella Flew Away
It's raining The water falls like A million clear and bright pearls Joined together
The Spaces I Haven't Wander
I feel the loneliness Of the spaces I haven't wander. Because the time flew, And I didn't want to!
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They offered me a rubber duck,
Yellow body that overshadows the sun,
Orange beak, fallen from the tree,
Black rounded eyes,
Like windows in the dark nights,
Where the ebony cat looks
For Those that without feet
Walk fearfully down the street.
I bought a blue teapot
To bright the dark night.
I took it for its bird's wing
And I poured the boiling water
Creating a blue lake
To make the duck swim.
The rubber melted
And the sun mixed in the sky,
Originating the green sea.
I absorbed the fluid of hope