I lost a shoe,
I don’t want anybody to find it,
anybody to take it,
anybody to try it on.
Polished with a long kiss
it left without saying goodbye
stomping,
caressing my feet.
My shoe was not exactly comfortable.
You don't always like comfortable things. Do you?
I just liked it because it covered my left foot,
because I felt like it.
Without assuming,
Without feeling,
Without believing anything
it went up stairs to my balcony,
and tickled me.
It wrapped the cold
and took me to dance.
Beyond midnight
it took a shortcut to the spring.
It took the silence
waiting for the sun
it watched me
from afar.
And so, it was how I lost it, or rather,
how it lost my foot, my ride.
How from that night
I didn't hear anything else about it.
glendagalan.blogspot.com• Santo Domingo, mayo 15, 2010
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