sol
if i could, i’d give you the sun.
throw a rope up into the sky, lasso that sucker and bring it down.
i’d sweat and grunt,
pulling, running, pulling.
How long would it take?
god only knows,
or whatever is up there
(if there’s anything up there)
probably days,
months,
hell, even years.
that sun is pretty far away.
ninety-two
point
ninety-six
million miles away to be exact.
but
if it meant seeing you smile, i’d do it in a heartbeat.
if it meant chasing winter away, i’d do it in two.
if it meant freckles and tan skin, i’d do it in three.
te daria el sol
perdoname,
no soy dios
ni diosa
ni jesus o santa maria
tampoco quechua aclla cuna
virgen del sol
si tuviera los poderes, el sol sería tuyo
la luna mia
felices los dos
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