08/06/10

Today...

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Today...

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...I would see a pool of roses...
...swim in a crystal-blue ocean.
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Feel the water drops gently splash against my visage;

as I'd see them evaporating into perfume.
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Combing my hair;

stroking me to sleep;

feeding me the finest, exotic fruit with wine.

Carrying me down Chichen Itza's stairway;

singing the peace in the oceans waves.

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Eating a feast at noon over the thinnest sand;

behind the enormity of the Mayan past.

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I would smile a real smile.

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"Oh"

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"Oh"

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"Oh, what a horrible day it would be."
I say;

as I open my eyes

immerse in the water full bucket.

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I rest my head over the nearest rock;

hoping my heads weight will cease.

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It doesn't.

it's inside the thoughts;

increasing when I unsuccessfully try to forget;

and reach for that horrible beach;

terrible breeze;

stenching smell of the ocean-drops perfume;

disguisting smile!

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Real smile, I mean.

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Fake, lie, misleading, mischievous...

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A number of adjectives that come to my mind;

as I hold my head under water, again, in that bucket.
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What a waste of life that image would be;

a slaughter.

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"Slice those feelings;

stick that image into that damn bucket!"

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"Slaughter! It's a slaughter!
To smile? he...
You can grin;
but no such thing as a smile!"
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Yeah, I know..
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Ego sum umbra