I'm drunk [a sparkling poem]

This beer looks like a love,
of those that I once dreamed.
It tastes like golden colors
and rays of the sun on the beach.

I drink without remorse or guilt
like when you kiss on the cheek
to the greatest mother of all:
Holy Land.

Invade my throat with tickling
and refreshes my soul with sweetness,
because no matter how bitter its charm
good flavors only make you happy.

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You have the power of illusion,
that's anthropomorphic in sirens,
chameleons, dinosaurs, doors
and mortal armies.

Today during my hangover,
unfortunately, I'm soberer than ever,
and I don't say it with misery,
but with strangeness.

We don't always drink to forget
or reconstruct possible worlds,
but to write to the world
the beauty that is hidden behind a bottle.

For more:

The hands of the world [a poem under the sun]


Ma' Papa' [an old man poem]


Let's make it possible! [a real-dreaming poem]