When the waves of the Havana boardwalk
are heard
the hours run by
and it is tried
to freeze seconds
but...
melancholy lifts no one from the ground
how to renew hope?
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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...
