Romina's Essence (cont.)

She whispered: "The voodoo is drowning and the spell is working."
Today it has come forth.

She has played with black magic before.
I see it working but I keep one eye closed.
You're walking with a black cloud and your harvest is unclean.

I smiled, but I don't have a good feeling about this.

Romina's Essence

The Blue River frost opened your eyes, you poured yourself out of bed.
What goes through your mind?
I'm not looking.

You probably did not have breakfast today.
I took my trash outside, too.

Here we work not for food or money, but as you made a promise I
promised I would make one as well.

What is the gypsy lady humming?
"You have white corn around you, a feather dressed as a blade."
By all means she tries to show me you're corrupted but filled with desire, on the same loop over and over. I don't want to pay attention.

You lift your right hand, to lower your other hand backwards.
Your left hand hides from view and I pretend I didn't see this.

She has hidden a voodoo doll inside a vase filled with Romina's Essence:
blue saffron, thyme and rosemary.

I don't need to like you.
But let's wait for the words to arrive inland.
Meanwhile let's analyze how much of a betrayal is this.
Are Montana's mountains bumping with skyscrapers yet?


Everything is packed but the suitcase is hidden.

Why

Father, as the day begins to wipe its tears I look everywhere for the answer.
Why do you hate me?
if my hands tremble
if I blink in front of your eyes

The grass is green today, for me.
Don't look at the clouds, your heart is not in the right place yet.

Life has its heavy eyelids on me.
You were different, I remember.
Your galaxy ends in euphoria where mine begins.
Where are you?

Mother is suffering.
My thoughts are deep in a hole.
Today I'm frightened.
I thought I would celebrate life,

instead I find myself wiping tears again.

How To

How to get you?
I'm waiting for you to get cheaper.

You're a tough cookie, there's a ghost in your cloud where I can't enter.
Sometimes you hide the light of the moon, and the lake doesn't sing as beautiful anymore.
I don't believe in this darkness.

You need to run away from yourself.
I ran when I looked at the architecture of your soul.

Disappointment meets our eyes.
And the wolves bark at the moon.

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"Because you never forget people on this coast, Rose.
And some people never forget.

I'm sitting on a chair today, but the water was cold that day.
My thoughts intertwined with the grass of June.

The radio played
"In The Springtime of His Voodoo"

A foreshadow.
But I don't need to talk about that day.
Where's the heat I deserve?
In the spring.
Out of reach.
I want you to open my brain and senses, convulsively."

Carve

You need to carve this on a rock:

"Let them know that it's a law.
Even on blue waters.
The cold will not catch your body
If I play the wind."


Sing it any way you want.
Their ears will bleed.

Moon, March.

I remember.


March.
On the bodies, mythology.
The cards swayed.

A balmy forest.

As I write I begin to shiver.
Mary and her Child, locked in bloom.

Dry love,
the tactic of your birds (hands)

Those days.

The Various Faces of Texas

I was not driving, but on the road I saw a sign:

The Various Faces Of Texas

It grew dead plants around it, brushing on the gruesome side of the road.

Why did the title stuck in my head is not important today,
but what has come to mind in the following days is.

You summoned The Lone Star's Desire, from outside of your cave.
I have come to see I have moved mountains for you to blossom your desire into a black hole.

"and deep down into Silvia's Firmament."
-you bestowed towards the road-

Who's to care if I revolve around a movement of sand and yellowish lies that wraps around me, everyday?
I am not from your movement, and for that you are removing your own flag from independence.

There are quite a few flaws around here,
but you can see me building a spike tree, to save your own life.

"an apple is being thrown towards Silvia's firmament."

How could you be so sure?
The graces are overflowing in this room.
Let's move to the other one, Furthest West.

Convexo-Concave

Before you do it, make sure your variegated thoughts can leave a mark.
You explain. "I do as I'm told."

India,
France.
Welcome, you are in peace now.

Go and cast the water like a snake would, holding a stick up-in-the-air.
Beef and sweat to make the water unclean.

But as you raised your mouth to the sky, you said the following:
"For the waters to remain unclean, you need to cut the skin of the snake first."

What does that mean?
At the end you are
Convex on one side,
Concave on the other.