Foto: Nessa Twix© all rights reserved. Beautiful blank pages please kiss my imagination with rainbow backgrounds.
Our black, red, blue letters are curving without vacilating.
I love smooth words they circle slowly. they come and go, they visit oh so briefly.
These beautiful blank pages are promises of our manifestations. Our gentlest strokes of darkness upon light.
Shy words please oh words come to my hand Caress the black page in front of me.
I love bright words, words that shine and sing since daybreak; words that are luminous in the dark, words that sing.Foto: Nessa Twix© all rights reserved.
I love strong words, words that make the tone thicker, that give strength and feelings fan intonation, that shake and freeze at the same time.
I love dark words, that even as they seem empty are filled with flavour.
They keep a lightless essence, distant and unique. Words that anchor us, words that are mysterious and rise questions so we may know more.
Blank pages and words, how the ink melts with each vowel and consonant.
Should I say goodbye to these verses? That's how it always goes.
This words have have to get out into the world. It's not possible to keep them locked upunder the roof.