Poetry

Chrysta Bell

Chrysta Bell She’s from San Antonio they say it’s in Texas Maybe it’s a desert it sounds like a long breath In a deep silencio with a Mexican thrill Since I never was there I know she’s from Texas A little girl she grows they say it’s a big town Everything is swallowed by the […]

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Chrysta Bell

Chrysta Bell She’s from San Antonio they say it’s in Texas Maybe it’s a desert it sounds like a long breath In a deep silencio with a Mexican thrill Since I never was there I know she’s from Texas A little girl she grows they say it’s a big town Everything is swallowed by the […]

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She was a wolf

She was a wolf   I am talking about dogs. I hate dogs. I love wolves. I was raised with a wolf. Exactly the opposite of a dog : she was eating with me, same plate, same steak with extra sugar, same floor, same time, same tongue, same kitchen with the still young couple as […]

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