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I didn’t tell you, but I still have

that Pink Mai Tai bottle.

What was your intention with it?

Bring summer in the middle of my November?

Dive with me in the pacific waters?

Pour citrus drops through my lips,

on top of my tongue and farther,

deeper,

arise inside me the taste to live this life?

Despite the fact you don’t like sweets,

am I as pink as a candy to you?

Was that your way to take my hand and

run away on an island beach?

Get your body closer to mine

and dance slowly on exotic Hawaiian sounds?

Or maybe it was just a simple alcoholic drink,

that boys offer because is worldwide known

pink is girls colour.

If this is the case, am I the colour of a girl to you?

Do you paint me with your eyes

in pastel shades like those famous artists

from the past?

Am I your muse?

Is this just a simple state of a lonely mind?

Am I already drunk and are all of my thoughts

signs of an alcohol abuse?

I opened a poetry book,

but I skip the first one and keep it for the end.

Because, at beginning, all want to make a statement

and I adore surprises, so

I prefer to wonder all these 3 hundred and

ninety 5 pages,

imagining what he wanted to say to me.

Mmm… more than that, is because I hate

all the endings, a reason why I always use

to come

back

to all my beginnings,

from time to time,

again and again,

whispering to myself that everything last

forever and ever.

Addiction.

So I will end my reading with his beginning

and because I am an independent

(a.k.a. busy)

woman,

I might make time dilate

until infinity.

Q&A:

Will I ever read that one?

Maybe.