Greetings, Steemians and colleagues from #steemitschoolpoetry.
We are on day 19, heading for a hundred days of poetry. I thank the people who support me and who have read what I am creating for the cycle of 100 days of Poetry summoned by steemitschool. Always waiting for your kind look and that you like them. We continue without fainting.

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My musical theme that I connect to this creation is Sia - Elastic Heart

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"If the bee disappears from the surface of the globe,
the man would only have four years left to live:
without bees there is no pollination, no grass, no animals, no men."

Albert Einstein.

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A sigh of your skin

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With suspicion, she looks at him and sighs.
His glass eyes have returned to bloom
She has woken up smiling.

That time, his insinuating gaze was lost behind the sun.

He passed and he did not see her, he thought he was going to explode even its corolla.
That day, I just wanted to dance with him and
she stayed in the attempt, for decorum.

Today he let out a sigh in his arms and invented another story.

He looks at her like a beast of work,
She trembles just watching the clock ring.
She is afraid, but she can not bear the urge to try.

All that provocation to know what the sighs know.

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Her skin opens, from pore to pore,
leaving behind all honor:
saliva, sex, everything, he took out his monster.

A flare shot across the horizon, the dance passed and became a tangled ball.

Now, small pieces fall from her skin peeled,
Dehydrated petals that drop broken skin,
revealing another with more brightness, than the one that falls.

Today, she requests another invasion of her personal space.

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Saludos, Steemianos hispanohablantes.
Estamos en el día 18, en dirección a cien días de poesía. Agradezco a las personas que me apoyan y que han leído lo que estoy creando para el ciclo de 100 días de Poesía convocado por #steemitschool. Siempre esperando su gentil mirada y que les guste. Continuamos sin desmayo.

"Si la abeja desapareciera de la superficie del globo,
al hombre sólo le quedarían cuatro años de vida:
sin abejas no hay polinización, ni hierba, ni animales, ni hombres."

Albert Einstein.

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A un suspiro de su piel

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Recelosa, mira y suspira.
Han vuelto a florecer sus ojos de cristal
ha vuelto a despertar risueña.

Pasó y no la vio, creía que iba a reventar
y hasta la corola, explotar.
Aquel día, sólo quería bailar con él y
se quedó en el intento, por decoro.

Hoy, colgó un suspiro en sus brazos y se inventó otro cuento.

La mira como una bestia de trabajo,
tiembla de sólo ver cómo se quita el reloj.
Le da miedo, pero no aguanta las ganas de probar.

Toda esa provocación, para saber a qué saben sus suspiros.

Su piel se abre, poro a poro,
dejando atrás todo pudor.
Saliva, sexo, todo, sacó su monstruo.

Una bengala se disparó en el horizonte, el baile pasó y se hizo un ovillo enredado.

Ahora, caen de su piel trocitos descamados.
Sus pétalos deshidratados dejan caer la piel rota,
dejando al descubierto otra con más brillo, que la que cae.

Hoy, solicita otra invasión de su espacio personal.

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Original poem by @zeleiracordero

Reading notes: Intermediates

Images by pixabay

Summary of my latest publications:
Waning moon - Day 9 / The sanchez ear - Day 10 / Numen - Day 11 / Divergent -Day 12 / Trascend-of you-Day 13 / Identit-Day 14 / The wrong theory-Day 15 / Insight - Day 16 / Cirineo

Thanks to @d-pend and to #steemitschool for the creation of this space to share our creations.

Muy especialmente, a mi inestimable amigo @onthewayout . A la comunidad hispana y a equipos que están apoyando proyectos de hispanohablantes: #cervantes, #castellano, #provenezuela.

Also, to my new friends in the community #gratefulvibes

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For accompanying me, reading me and always being there ... Simply THANKS

Por acompañarme, leerme y estar ahí...