Love letter to Gabo

If fantasy were real,
I’d be your Fermina Daza
your melancholy whore from hell

I’d live to die
by the words you weave
I’d walk past bitter almonds
and let out a dream

If only you would know
what world you paint
is my world

That fiery heart you break
is my heart
That pen you hold
is my sword….

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