(re) colección de cachivaches

by: eugenia sucre / 2006 – 2011


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To you…
(the one I´m letting go)


I couldn’t remember who I was or if I was really good at anything until I lost you…
Until you lost me?
Until we lost ourselves maybe?

I’ve been starting to ask myself if any other woman will ever stay long enough to understand you?
To do what I couldn’t.
To win your heart.

As for me,
No regrets and no more earthquakes…
Just back to outer-space!


Written by eusucre

July 6, 2009 at 11:53 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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  1. so is this what you were trying to explain to me the other day?

    great poem btw!

    big hug from the veetee

    Victor Marin

    July 7, 2009 at 2:59 pm

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