onacarom
Member
What does the Clown smoke?
Would like
to be a clown
making laugh my soul
my soul
Stop painting
landscapes
with closed eyes
To be smoke
of a cigarette
that you light, inhale, expel
Smoke and breath
dissipating at the same time
smoke and breath
I would like
to paint my face in white
deleting time
put on my lips
a smile
and a tear sleeping
in my eyes
I would like
to be the silence in a temple
the thought that transfuses me
the fruit and the tree
water for me
a word that portrays a way
hidden in the mist
Would like
to be a clown
making laugh my soul
my soul
Stop painting
landscapes
with closed eyes
To be smoke
of a cigarette
that you light, inhale, expel
Smoke and breath
dissipating at the same time
smoke and breath
I would like
to paint my face in white
deleting time
put on my lips
a smile
and a tear sleeping
in my eyes
I would like
to be the silence in a temple
the thought that transfuses me
the fruit and the tree
water for me
a word that portrays a way
hidden in the mist