“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”

08 March, 2012

Vuela un columpio vacío sobre mi cabeza,
vuela por el cementerio de mi voluntad.
Sigo buscando la niña que llora en tus fiestas,
suenan campanas en flor por mi funeral.
Mírame con la estrella polar a mis pies,
vuelvo a casa perdida otra vez,
porque no sé dejar de adorarte.

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