It's in English, but with a Spanish title. Just a simple tone poem, something about beauty and salvation. It's a bit mundane but I like where it takes me, and don't we all need a little reaffirmation once in a blue moon? The answer, of course, is "How the fuck should I know?" Vaya con pollo, friends.
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Thanks for the kind sentiments!
The fascinating thing to me is, I don't think "she" is necessarily a person; she's more like anything or anyone localized to a person that brings color and life and laughter to a gray, dead world... whether or not it's reality or it's illusion, whether its genuine enlightenment and pleasure or false, empty promises and fleeting ecstasy that simply makes the word deader and grayer.
She could be a lover, or a friend, or heroin, or Jesus, or even chocolate. I hope that people can provoke their own passions and reaffirm who or what "she" is through my words... that's the ultimate reward to any would-be poet!
The fascinating thing to me is, I don't think "she" is necessarily a person; she's more like anything or anyone localized to a person that brings color and life and laughter to a gray, dead world... whether or not it's reality or it's illusion, whether its genuine enlightenment and pleasure or false, empty promises and fleeting ecstasy that simply makes the word deader and grayer.
She could be a lover, or a friend, or heroin, or Jesus, or even chocolate. I hope that people can provoke their own passions and reaffirm who or what "she" is through my words... that's the ultimate reward to any would-be poet!
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