My words are stones
Precise and sharp, ready to be thrown
At vulnerable and defenseless faces
They are suspended clouds, full of implications
That ignite endless expectations in the eyes
They are precious drops, unforgettable
Long yearned for, then sipped slowly
They are fiery arrows that the wind, fortune know how to direct
They are flashes inside a dark and abandoned well
A deaf and mute face that love has illuminated
They are fallen leaves, owed promises
May time forgive you for having spoken them
They are off-key notes that landed on a sheet by mistake
Traced and then forgotten
The words I said, or believed I said, I admit
Held between the teeth, past and recurring
Unexpected, felt or dreamed

My words are somersaults, snowballs in the sun
Incandescent rockets before they explode
They are toys and mosquitoes, sand to pile up
Small prohibitions to disobey
They have gone to sleep
Surprised by a deep pain that I can't explain
They do as they please, they get lost in the dark only to return

They are endless nights, bursts of laughter
Overexposed faces from too much sun
This is what words are, sweet or resentful
Full of respect or indecorous
They are my father and my mother
A kiss on the forehead before sleep, another before leaving
The words I said and who knows how many more are yet to come
Held between the teeth, sparing those present
Imagined, felt or dreamed
Slashing swords, sighed in the dark
Forgiven, blown from a palm

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