DAMAGE...!

DAMAGE...!

It's an emotion that
grow up inside of the hearth.
There are dark words
In the trembling mouths.
And hands that hold
broken caresses and
flawed kisses.

It's a feeling that was
stepped with violence
and bad ways.

A cadence of leaky wings,
birds on the ground,
a fixe gaze, lost in the sky,
moment in overwintering.

I've walked your pale
skin during the night,
and I could discover that your
soul was sculpted by ladybugs.

Trapped sparks in your
eyes, that they have become
of the colour of walnuts,
 in opposite of the green grapes.

It's a sensation of neglect, It's
a scacity of compassion, It's a big and an ugly stone,
which to push me dawn to hell.

Adela Payá i Prats
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