@merlinaacevedo.bsky.social
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RevĂ©s, reveses Ă©l obra, reseco, no caĂdo, ve un nuevo reparo llorar, o ve un árbol en ocaso, mi mal: la mimosa con Ă©l obra. Nuevo, raro llora, pero ve un nuevo dĂa, conoce. Ser árbol es ese verse ver.
about 1 month ago
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ÂżA los adioses amĂł? No sĂ©. Toda la sed usĂł. Su heroica, sola diosa, paso ida. Lo saciĂł; rehusĂł su desalado tesĂłn o más. Es oĂda sola.
about 1 month ago
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RevĂ©s, reveses Ă©l obra, reseco, no caĂdo, ve un nuevo reparo llorar, o ve un árbol en ocaso, mi mal: la mimosa con Ă©l obra. Nuevo, raro llora, pero ve un nuevo dĂa, conoce. Ser árbol es ese verse ver.
about 1 month ago
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Aire soy, abre ya. Lo anulĂ©. Seda de lo salado, toda de sol, o la calle yo serĂa. Otra pasĂł, nos apartĂł. Aire soy. Ella calĂł lo sedado; toda la soledad es Ă©l. Una ola, yerba yo serĂa.
4 months ago
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Adán a la manada sobornó. Sà hay DNA. Sea con amparo o rap, mano: caes. Andy: ¡ahà son robos! Adán ama la nada.
4 months ago
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Adán a la manada sobornó. Como caro dan: erra; barre, perra barrenadora: como con robos, Adán ama la nada.
4 months ago
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6 months ago
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Aire soy, abre ya. Lo anulĂ©. Seda de lo salado, toda de sol, o la calle yo serĂa. Otra pasĂł, nos apartĂł. Aire soy. Ella calĂł lo sedado; toda la soledad es Ă©l. Una ola, yerba yo serĂa.
8 months ago
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Aire soy, abre y ya. Lo anulĂ©. Seda de lo salado, toda de sol, o la calle yo serĂa. Otra pasĂł, nos apartĂł. Aire soy. Ella calĂł lo sedado; toda la soledad es Ă©l. Una ola, yerba yo serĂa
9 months ago
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SOLOS Sola, atrapada, de lo salada, ese dĂa caĂ. Deseada, la soledad aparta a los solos.
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Aire soy, abre y ya. Lo anulĂ©. Seda de lo salado, toda de sol, o la calle yo serĂa. Otra pasĂł, nos apartĂł. Aire soy. Ella calĂł lo sedado; toda la soledad es Ă©l. Una ola, yerba yo serĂa
9 months ago
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RevĂ©s, reveses Ă©l obra, reseco, no caĂdo, ve un nuevo reparo llorar, o ve un árbol en ocaso. Mi mal, arena y arrayán, era la mimosa, con Ă©l obra. Nuevo, raro llora, pero ve un nuevo dĂa, conoce. Ser árbol es ese verse ver.
9 months ago
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Los solitarios somos el espacio entre las formas.
9 months ago
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ÂżYo serĂa yo? Vi voces. El amor o mar. ¡AdiĂłs, ola! Lo solo soy, sola luna. ¡Ola, Sol! La sed de sal lo salĂł. ¡Hola, luna! ¡Ola, sol! La sed de sal lo salĂł. ¡AnĂşlalo! ¡Hola, sol! La sed de sal lo salĂł. ¡AnĂşlalos! Yo sĂłlo sola, los oĂ dar amor o males. Eco vivo y aire soy.
9 months ago
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Alba helada, luz azul aledaña. Añade la luz azul alada; la luz azul al aire salĂa, bajaba y soñó tonos: soñado ocre, caos, eso acercĂł o daños: son otoños. Ya baja, baila seria la luz azul alada, la luz azul aledaña. Añade la luz azulada, le habla.
9 months ago
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STAR We fall apart, rotten, as a net to revolt. Solemn, I spill a poem: red nudes are mired roses or red nudes, unused under roses' order. I´m erased under me. Opal lips, in me lost love, rotten as a net to revolt or trap all: a few rats.
9 months ago
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Sun as I: no sin: unisons are deified. never evened dust’s all Infinite rifts all Lined dust, solemn in me. Losses send star; a carat; sadnesses; solemn, in me lost. Sudden, ill: last fire, tin, if nil: last sudden, ever even deified eras; no sin: unison is an us.
9 months ago
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Anulada con el Popo pleno, cada luna.
10 months ago
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TIDES I revolt, I fall. I was drawn. In me lost is a flower. I fall apart & trap all: a fire wolf, as it; solemn, inwards, a will. A fit love rised it.
10 months ago
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GARDEN I’m a flower. I fall as a late petal, as a net to revolt or flow; a red nude rose, so red under a wolf; rot love, rotten as a late petal, as all: a fire wolf, a mined rag.
10 months ago
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TRAP ALL A few trap all: a few. Sun, in us, as a trap; in a made mantra, a path gilded all. I, venal, a riverine poem; still ill, it’s me: open ire, viral, “an evil laded light”, a part named a man. I part as a sun in us. We fall apart, we fall apart.
10 months ago
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@maryfrancesness
12 months ago
fire and rain | long walk home
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Anthony Etherin
11 months ago
INTERSTELLAR WILD (Anagrams) We speak of the interstellar wild like we aren’t part of it. She dwells in we who still sparkle—a fettered, skeletal star. We flow in her tepid earth, like weeds, patterns of will personified. We talk, shatter well— written like Death’s pale flowers.
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Sun is alive. We, faded day, a day, no benign, its hot, sudden ruby, away, as a sun in us, awarded a cradle. Him I held: arcaded, raw, a sun in us, a say away, burned dust Oh sting in ebony a day added a few evil, as in us.
11 months ago
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En venta 150 x 110 x 5 cm
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#mixedmeduaoncanvas
11 months ago
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La Merlina original.
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12 months ago
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Raw, not solemn odes are dew angels. I’m raw as mirrored nets; it is a party met on me. Open one poem, note my trap as it is tender, or rims a warm isle, gnawed, erased on me, lost on war.
12 months ago
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Laura Kerr
about 1 year ago
a poem merely memory
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about 1 year ago
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PARTS A last fire rises solemn. I was it: ill, last fir; tinier. I, faded light, obsess. End: as we fade, if I deemed a rape, he parade me; edified a few sadnesses. Both gilded. A fire in it rifts all. Lit, I saw in me losses ire, rifts, a last rap
about 1 year ago
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Still, I waded. A rape he paraded, a few… Still I was all: a wall, its rafts. A last fire rlses solemn. I’ll, as I go, fade. I died. I saw a side. I died. A fog is all in me: losses, ire, rifts A last far still A wall as a will it’s We faded. A rape he paraded. A will it’s.
about 1 year ago
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PARTS A last fire rises solemn; —I still am small, it’s in me. Losses, ire, rifts; a last rap.
about 1 year ago
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Still, I waded. A rape he paraded, a few… Still I was all: a wall, its rafts. A last fire rlses solemn. I’ll, as I go, fade. I died. I saw a side. I died. A fog is all in me: losses, ire, rifts A last far still A wall as a will it’s We faded. A rape he paraded. A will it’s.
about 1 year ago
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Ey, bye:
about 1 year ago
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PARTS A last fire rises solemn; —I still am small, it’s in me. Losses, ire, rifts; a last rap.
about 1 year ago
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Sun is eld, demerits. A last fire rises solemn; —I still am small, it’s in me. Losses, ire, rifts; a last ire meddles in us.
about 1 year ago
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Llorando
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#DavidLynch
about 1 year ago
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As “reverse es reversa”, “Is a sea lost in its ola?” es asĂ: as reverse es reversa.
about 1 year ago
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about 1 year ago
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“Intuition is the key to everything, in painting, filmmaking, business - everything. I think you could have an intellectual ability, but if you can sharpen your intuition, which they say is emotion and intellect joining together, then a knowingness occurs” David Lynch
about 1 year ago
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Ayer vendà estos 4 cuadros para una oficina. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
about 1 year ago
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poem.exe
about 1 year ago
sleepless all night the cranes alight stealing
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Rats all across: end as sadness, or call a star.
about 1 year ago
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Año terso no será. Es edad, una sola los anuda. Desear, eso nos retoña.
about 1 year ago
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Rats all across: end as sadness, or call a star.
about 1 year ago
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Año terso no será. Es edad, una sola los anuda. Desear, eso nos retoña.
about 1 year ago
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Yo sol e ĂŤcaro, raro: dejĂ© tejida la seria soledad, esa seda de los aires; raro llora. Raro cielo, sol e ĂŤcaro dejĂ© tal aire; soy aire hada nacĂ: PenĂ©lope, drama de sal. Sol e ĂŤcaro, llora cielos. A su heroĂna regresa, ÂżrĂe o rehusa?, serĂa solo sol. Odiseo, Dios era, mares, la sal, osadĂa de sed…
about 1 year ago
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Spill a poem, sat solemn. I was ill, I was tied under siege. Lit roses or a rose sortilege is red, nude, it’s a will I saw in me, lost as me: opal lips.
about 1 year ago
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🎵TELL A RIVER Never evens, ill, a fog is all: a cosy away. All lied. A fog is all, in me lost; I, a buoy, fire, viral. Let´s send a song, no sadness. Tell a river: “if you bait, solemn, I´ll, as I go, fade. I´ll lay away, so call as I go. Fall is never even.
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about 1 year ago
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Sun rays send, as a sun, a sun. I spill a poem, sat solemn. I was ill; I was tied under siege. Lit roses or a rose sortilege is red, nude, it’s a will I saw in me lost, as me; opal lips in us, an us. A sadness yarn us.
about 1 year ago
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