Laughter leaves with the look.
Which leaves it leaves.
With bitter sadness fixed.
Waiting for a talk. To stay in bed.
But you'll just say, one, do not go on with those bullshit.
Laughter will come tainted.
With some astonishment and quite cloudy.
I do not want the tears to run over the savannah.
When we talk about what happens.
You go with the cell phone, because it is better in the throat.
But when you arrive, the less you use, they are slapped.
The greeting is just kiss, because the bitter hug.
Watching television, it's better and naked laughter.
A yawn making love, Stands on the bed.
And you just laugh because you could not stand it.
That's just a yawn, silly man, because you're bitter.
And the next day another yawn.
With an excuse, the prayer is marked.
And you just say, enough is enough, please turn the page.
Be happy man, do not turn around in bed.
Tomorrow is another day, it becomes the tune.
Do not get bitter because the light comes on at dawn.
And if it hurts, put a patch on your back.
If you feel like it, you look for it, and if you're bitter, for me it's equal to nothing.
Get up and tell me, for the cleaned.
Since a kiss in the mouth, does not cause me anything more.
You will write other of your bullshit.
I do not care, it's clear to you, in the tune.
That if the veguero hears, for me that he cries, total is just more of the laughter.
Rattia Ivan
A Poet Loko
Simply Willigis
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