PUT ON THE BOOT FOR YOU
When the night screams in the chest, I miss you
things said so often in the desire to be more than to be
it turns out that distant love has to hit the ground
always wanted someone who would make me want more than pleasure
What’s the point of gaining the land, without a princess to reign?
bandit or mouro, jumping out the window in watercolor what is the beauty without it to say full moon riding without a saddle
loving to love a love without brakes
I’m a stranger exploding without fear
When the bird finally brings the beak
the writing of our loves
in the uncontrollable summer torn by blushing
I declare what makes a man greater learning to be born by a woman
and the protest loses its reduced meaning to the past because today I put on the boot for you.
Prepared Angela Kosta writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
