Tuesday 1 March 2016
Absinthe....dawn at Barcelona dream
After loving you all night
and looking at how your spirit could fly like a bird
asleep
I left that room
The streets were fresh and empty
blue blue blue
sky soft
like redemption and sunny shades
open balconies and dark wet pavements
still my mouth full of your kisses
my head floating with that green drinks
smelling of still yet unwashed sex
and going back to my own solitary bed
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