A Thousand Proposals Poem by Emil Cerda

Emil Cerda

Ensanche la Fé, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic

A Thousand Proposals

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"The brunette of the corner is still beautiful,
And the Grocery store opens their doors,
The consort invites me to take a cold.
And there passed the serendipity of chance.

"I closed my mouth, and told the cousin that if the sirens were true.
He said yes, there are thousands in the sea, but they haven't been discovered.
I passed the beer, and I called it with the sound of the Sea,
She turned to look; I looked at his legs, and they were like those of the waves of Punta Cana.

"She seduced me with her feet, and with her tender looks.
I listened to the call she made to me, she was a keen singer.
I ran out of that place, I was almost going to drown,
Then I realized that it was a Ciguapa.
Then I remembered that appearances deceive.

"Don't try to intimidate me
I know where you're coming for.
I know the Sea, and I have been told about You. That usually murder.
I cry when I don't know that you really loved me, that you were a Mermaid.
I'm now swimming between the earth, knowing that there are also, voices in bottles.

"I became a biologist to know about your nature,
But I didn't find you, you didn't even exist.
Who are you that nobody knows you, Mermaid?
Who are you that drinks beer, Brunette?

"All species of the Caribbean, bring their accounts,
All fish in the Caribbean pay the bill.
To see you, everyone bows to your beauty
White Shark no longer eats, because you put him on a diet.

"Don't try to intimidate me
I know where you're coming for.
I know the Sea, and I have been told about You. That usually murder.
I cry when I don't know that you really loved me, that you were a Mermaid.
I'm now swimming between the earth, knowing that there are also, voices in bottles.
There are also, voices in bottles!
There are also, voices in bottles!
Voices in bottles! !

"The grocery store is open, giving way to the species of the sea.
And I only found you, my Princess of Alexandria.
Giving way to the species of the sea
And the Fish Surgeon hadn't found you anywhere else.
I ran as hard as I could, not to stay!
I ran so that your angelic voices don't catch me.
I ran as hard as I could, not to stay!
Not to fall in love, not to sink me, not to drown me.
I ran as hard as I could, not to stay!
I don't know anything about the sea, so I didn't try to explore any more.
... Not to stay!
The beers made me see all blue, so it was not easy to run before your gazes".

A Thousand Proposals
Saturday, February 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 17 February 2018

A nice poetic imagination, Emil. You may like to read my poem, Love and. Thanks

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Emil Cerda

Ensanche la Fé, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
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