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Poems-Blue love/Dancing matachin/Dramatic fall (tragicomedy poetry)

Blue love

Give me your love,

When the blue rain is pouring down.

Just open the window of Heaven for me.

I can hear the rain whispering your name.

I can hear the whisper of the white trees,

And I can wait my falling rainbow.

Just give me your blue love.

I understand that you are mine.

And now that I have you I'm alive.

I stay near you, touching you

And I want to stay this way forever.

Just ask me to stay

And I will never leave.

This could be for all time.

Just ask me to stay,

Again and again,

Just give me your love,

Again and again,

Just wait the blue whispering rain,

Again and again,

And let me wait my rainbow,

Again and again.

Again and again.

Again and again.

Again and again.

Dancing matachin

Your love is a balm for my sorrow and pain

And the moon is hiding itself like a cocoon

It needs to touch the blue of our deep rain

As much as sea wishes to touch the white of moon

While moon watches the sea dancing matachin

The rain sizzles and bestirs to touch the entirety

Just to sate the wholeness always being within

As dust of kisses the blue rain in its sobriety.

The nervous rain of summer screaming over trees

Trying to catch the hot of the air and its silence

Waiting the rainbow, its colors, waiting the breeze

While nature breathes so heavy in its obeisance.

We need our matachine dance, being unchained,

Lost in oblivion unleashing the sadness of dry summers

Sheepish lovers, from our dream being awakened

Incomprehensible lovers with strange concatemers.

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We need to recreate that splashing world of seconds

We need again the sea to swim with moon of white

Time dissipates illusions venting itself in reprimands

Yet touching the deep infinite and keeping feeling tight

We are rhetorical lovers crowned with unacceptability

Living for that moment indecipherable unto its sense

Impassibly even when relativity force loses its intensity

Trying to revival our bleeding love, its spiritual incense.

Dramatic fall (tragicomedy poetry)

It is funny that

I fall in love with you.

But it is not so funny that

I fall because

I am in love with you,

Because my fall is truly dramatic.

A lot of people

Do not know

I can start so dramatically.

Neither do I.

Even comedy is something

They all know I can do.

Although when everything

Becomes very funny

I can realize my disaster.

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