Art

Then I dream a cat and a bus shower on white paint 

A group of young man carrying an expensive piece of art

I dream streets where the color of the sky collides with the faces of the civilized concrete 

a bookstand with a simple and antique flower vase on the top holding a flower shower on white paint as well

a door that reminded me my childhood 

suddenly the young men were struggling with art and the streets become tilted and everybody start running

a police car arrived 

the blue and red colors of the patrol brush the walls and the facades around

I was trying to remember something while dreaming 

the cat appear 

The streets felt fearful 

I found the door 

again

I was able to feel the texture where I was sleeping while dreaming

pull the sheet over my left shoulder and I was in the top of a hill 

in that hill through a narrow street I found this house 

so beautiful and tiny

the streets stone and elegant

the door again

small couch with a book stand 

the white flower there in the top 

I was remembering something while opening the door then the cat appear 

and look at me

look at me with such intensity 

I was able to feel the texture of the keys in my hand 

skinny cat and simple flower vase painted in white

it was spring or the beginning of the summer

may be was in Mexico because the whether was calm and warm 

I thought I was dreaming and closed the door 

turn around and went down the street to look for something that still I cannot remember completely

I am trying to figuring out if the cat stays inside or came out the little beautiful house in the top of the hill to look for me. 

by The Shortfellow

Palo Alto, Cal USA 

30/01/15

The desire ( lets be gay )

...and the days want to come

soaked on memorable scenes 

giving short breath to the vulnerable and tricky shortcuts to the impulsive

the gates ahead you can tell are getting open by the blinded to evil and the glory of selfish selves 

a wide country of birds stand ahead unexpected of darkness 

darkness there have being and is the face of many strengths they believe 

If you listen these birds taking off their settle whispers you will notice sound like the sharp sound of thousand swords winning the battle against the hatred 

they are clean of blood 

and even better they shine of glory and pride

so they parade towards the high levels of our mother earth to ring the bells over the heads of those who may be lost or confused or disappointed perhaps heartbroken 

so they can hear the future of themselves 

tickling and tickling to the rhythm of their thoughts and so they will walk

they will listen carefully and walk towards the mundane roads to make them flourish and bring with them the knowledge of dreaming of claiming of desiring and welcoming

the dream of the curious and the brave 

the ways of the free and the cheerful 

and the days will be coming drier with suffocating waves of tragic recklessness

but we will remain flamboyantly still and pure in our gayness as the species that we are.

by The Shortfellow

Denver, Colorado USA

25/01/15

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by The Shortfellow

New York City

19/01/15