Thursday, January 7, 2016

My bed

My bed is a fortress 
In uncertain hours 
Piles of pillows, strongest of towers.
While music plays
In the most random of ways
Lana Del Rey
Max Richter
Lessie and Sir Sly
Outside 
Winter rain against my windows,
Popcorn & books my companions.
Hello, Jack Kerouac!
How are you, Sylvia Plath?
Sweet Lana mourns
Soft ice cream
Salvatore
Caio amore.
La literatura es mentira,
Oui, 
Tú moi manques, mon amour.








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