søndag 13. mars 2016

;Eras tu? Tienes el pecho iluminado y no te he visto... Was it you? Your breast so blazing with light I lost sight of you... Var det deg? Dine bryst blender meg så jeg mister synet av deg...


Sometimes I have wanted
to throw you off
like a heavy coat.

Sometimes I have said
you would not let me
breathe or move.

But now that I'm free
to choose light clothes
or none at all

I feel the cold
and all the time I think
how warm it used to be.
Now I'm free, but life
is to hard on a Sunday
to wake up.


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