The burden of being a Sun that shines over the so called "Blue Planet"
...I wrote to you about the birds...
you kept the ashes of the burned letters
that I sent you
you had my words under your bed
they were like a monster
but only to the world
for you
they were guardians...
(an excerpt of a letter written by the sun to the moon)
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we finally let the sun to rise
it came from behind the mountains
it stood up like a samurai
to its hara-kiri ritual
proud but with emptiness in its eyes
it went through our hair
made it messy, greasy and wonderful
and afterwards it was over
the sun went down
into our hands
and disappeared in to the forgetfulness
Poetry by Sanchez
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Written on 2008-12-02 at 15:22
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