Flows a river of men and women
who dream of going to the sea on a velocipede
or pedaling naked across three lakes
without the paparazzi saying a word.
Raúl Duguay.
I have seen new colors in the infinite point
of dawn,
I might think it´s a hallucination
but I haven’t woken up to lose battles.
The image in my hands is real.
I appropriate lights for the hosts of words that I count on
I count on, to cross the sea by bicycle
and rub a piece of moon at dusk,
to dream my dream and wake up completely
naked.
Hidden at the end of the dream,
the words
with power over the day
will turn on the wind in my favor.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
