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I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.
Sade Harrison    (via confusingmisery)
Words are like that, they deceive, they pile up, it seems they do not know where to go, and, suddenly, because of two or three or four that suddenly come out, simple in themselves, a personal pronoun, an adverb, an adjective, we have the excitement of seeing them coming irresistibly to the surface through the skin and the eyes and upsetting the composure of our feelings, sometimes the nerves that can not bear it any longer, they put up with a great deal, they put up with everything, it was as if they were wearing armor, we might say.
José Saramago, Blindness (via inlectum)

elescribidor:

Las chicas revolucionarias
andan sueltas,
Vuelan sin bragas
y llevan en el bolso
un libro de poemas

- Diego Ojeda

Hay.

lotransmites-todo-palabra:

Hay una hora que sucede en mi cabeza
repetidas veces
ya de memoria

Hay una cita
que me entristece
en cada cierto tiempo

Hay una fecha
que me ahorca
que me destruye
que me sofoca

Hay momentos
y pesares

Tiempos sin tiempo preciso

Veces que se cuentan
que se pierden

poesiaindependiente:

Mujer Mía, y luego tuya…
Excelente poema :D 

poesiaindependiente:

Mujer Mía, y luego tuya…

Excelente poema :D