Just a Story
Just a story,
I have a story with dreams that never ends...it started and stopped somewhere.
Some dreams are fantasy, others are a moment of ignition
The moment of coma condenses time and the moment becomes an eternity of joy.
When the lake of heart moves,
Life returns to the flowers
And souls become green trees.
My story wakes up every day sluggishly!
Maybe one day it will end
And the dreams will end...
Maybe it will become a book...
Or maybe it can materialize in a fantasy movie...
Maybe it will stay just a story that started and didn’t end...
Maybe...
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Ten Cigarettes
Ten cigarettes are not enough to be alone with broken memories.
Everything can be traded
But no one knows that they are trading with tears all the time.
He was looking at his yellow cigarettes with envy
There were once vibrant!.
Over there she used to bite her fingers while a turquoise rosary never left her hand.
He used to see vague faces
While he soared around shadows merged with shadows.
He completed his rambling meal, and went back to what was familiar in his old life.
It has been since his seclusion, another ten cigarettes snatched by the jingle of his hand.
They gathered and piled up to strike his neck or break his back.
His memories came back to quell the pain again,
Came back to chase him like a hot fire sting.
As if he doesn’t belong to them
As if he doesn’t belong to himself
Just memories, a few cigarettes, and an illusion philosophy.
That’s it !!!
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© Taghrid Bou Merhi
Lebanon/Brazil
taghrid240@gmail.com
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