Xilósofos

Bóveda difuminada,
violines en nota constante.
El eco de recuerdos
ya cinematográficos.

Las ascuas
explotan,
multicolores
en rostros familiares.

the Moon, its warts
so sacred
that life breeds

from things

not to kiss
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Monochromatic seems like black and white

Blue was never ok
And I thought purple did well on me
Oh, what a surprise
I think I saw it coming
All colours unnoticed
But what about the green

Where did the pink go?
Still not ok
And deeply stucked in it
Adding colour with my crayon
Which goes from yellow to yellow

I want to see the colours
I'd like to see the...
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