I have dreams waiting for a day,
artificial windows that open
and true ones each time
more unreachable.
I can look at myself under the light that overcomes
the way
chew the delay
dance without music
while I wait anxiously
to put my hands on the safety catch.
My body insists,
only the eyes
rest the lasting connection.
I will enable my dreams
for the next window.
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When I close my door
PoesíaI 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...
