Memories of the City
of Santa Clara. Cuba.
Now, now
Now!!!
_Enter the subject
with a cup of coffee
alluding to possession,
like someone who has achieved something.
It doesn’t matter
those who observe,
less what is believed.
He has a coffee and that is enough.
He approaches _ Now, now, now_
spinning around
Now, now, now, now, now_
with all the ferocity
of a madman.
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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...
