The bee nest
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Your pale skin walks on dirty roads. It hasn't rained for so long, around you a desert and yet your path is so narrow. Did you arrive?

The bee nest

Your pale skin walks on dirty roads. It hasn't rained for so long, around you a desert and yet your path is so narrow.

Did you arrive?

Your cigarette is hanging on your lips, as dry as your view. In a thirsty sky, the birds have died long ago...

Do you remember the bee nest on our courtyard? How wonderful it is to live among a thousand of stings, without feeling their venom?

You said this once... We can survive above all stings, it is the bee queen that dies...

I am painting your skin with my lipstick but as your sweat drips, my kisses fade away.

I run my fingers on your body to count the stings; how much pain?

My dazzling love, we didn't keep our promises but still have an alibi.

So, kiss me...

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