Olga Gonzalez Latapi

Under the Mandarina Tree

 

smell of mandarinas as we stood under the green clouds of leaves, you read mango stories out loud and I had a conversation with the sun even though my skin wanted to listen to the grass

instead you told me you loved me that day not with my voice not with my eyes not with my hands or my smile or my touch

change your mind heart change your heart

change

too busy talking with the stars to hear the night, she was the one who told me not to run away with you run away with the shooting stars instead sit between yesterday and tomorrow between the sunlight grass and the stars of the night only like this always like this

it was not in the lemon birds but in the lemon trees

 

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Magdalena
Magdalena

Me gustó!’n

Magdalena
Magdalena

Me gustó mucho, pude oler las mandarinas y los limones