Delirium that whistles the wind.
José Raúl Fraguela.
I wish I have never entered
into that consulting room.
And listen to the diagnosis of my trial
with a caress to end up
in the chimeras of a young man
of hidden
questions.
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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...
