{Michelle}: Like what Jorge? It is not my head.
{Jorge}: Is it my head?
{Michelle}: I was just singing. In this moment I don't feel a storm in my head.
{Jorge}: I was just challenging a dual poetry.
{Michelle}: I have been losing those words.
{Jorge}: No Michelle.
{Michelle}: Because of the chaos it gives after leaving.
{Jorge}: And what would you feel if those words stopped to wither.
{Michelle}: I would feel what is to become in something I wouldn't. What if the rain is comming?
{Jorge}: To become for whom? or Why to become? Why not to just travel? But let it be to a place where you want to go! The rain may take what is erasable there, but fruits will grow from what is permanent.
{Michelle}: To travel is what I've wanted, I'll wait the rain to fall in this city; I know it will take away what must be taken away from your head, so we can go clean to present.
{Jorge}: And why not? to toast with a fruit punch by smiles and sips.
Yatherine Morgan & Sir Metaphor.
Current phrase:
"Love has ilimited forms but finite times." - Jorge L. Guzmán G.
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