I could (over)live with the placebo
from a thousand hands that take away my shame in Zara's fitting rooms,
in other people's cars,
at the movie theater.
I could bear goodbyes without kisses
the void when returning home,
eat yesterday's leftovers for dinner.
My world would only fall apart if I can't think of you
when I kiss you, alone,
hugging the pillow.
YOU ARE READING
Tangled
PoetryEnglish poetry. Aquí encontrarás alguno de mis poemas traducidos al inglés. Pronto saldrán a la luz en versión bilingüe e ilustrada junto a poemas de mi libro en físico "Mía" y otros tantos ineditos 🤗. Ayuda a la traducción: Sara Walsh 🖤🤍 Porta...
