Sunday, April 29, 2012

Z.B.


It flows through me like rain.. 

first of all 
it stretched like, like  a  
       Rubber      
     it's hard to recognize 
my heart is a balloon sleeping with a 
                                                 KNIFE
i order one cup of coffee 
to reminisce
Rwanda, fruitful, lively, a talkative child , 
effervesce
           sour and sweet 

           GUATEMALA
bitter sour, Arrogant Scent, mutable; flowers, bitter, sour...
 COSTA RICA  Smell like Stockholm dream 
                cloudy, quiescent,soil leaching

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