martes, 23 de marzo de 2010

Microvidas I

Cruel fate to find, still stranded in my pocket, the wrapper from that chewing gum you gave me the first and last day we kissed. I know it's from that day because I haven't been able to eat them ever since. Just the smell of mint is enough to make me cry.

2 comentarios:

LiZ dijo...

Concise and awesome.

Can't help thinking your prose is great, no matter which language it is written in.

Ánimo, pocheira!

Tiny Dancer dijo...

You must remember this... A kiss is just a kiss.

But I think we all know some kisses are not just a kiss.

Sigue escribiendo.