The finest particle of man
among the dangerous regions of one’s soul.
Maikel Iglesias.
I try to rest in the tension of the days,
still possessing the hunch that the door will open,
while the day is the beacon of another day
there is no return when turning the asymmetrical corner.
Plain of blind hours
where no one else
will plant their laughter.
I try to rest in the misfortune of nights,
nights in the penumbra of chemistry,
welcoming man’s finest particle
among the dangerous regions of one’s soul.
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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...
