Jacaranda

and the tree bloomed;
ripe, bearing fruits of colorless taste
bearing words that slither like poisonous snakes:
magic, lies, betrayals, illusions…
hiding behind phrases like,
“humans are not dragons, they don’t spit fire,
humans lie, humans are humans”

god,
what a fool!
I was ready to close my eyes and go into eternal sleep:
drunk, forever in love, drugged, no sense of time…
under the purple shade of that magic tree.

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