The essence vanished with your words
and there is no time for new attempts,
only a wound and mocking tears
that will soon cease to exist.
I remember the arrogance,
libations, the taste.
Your body...possessed as the center of my dreams
and me with my desire to engulf,
projects postponed,
afternoons disturbed by a telephone,
with study,
without a period,
with work
and...
the shameless attempt of forgiveness.
There are moments to unfold trails of pain and poison,
for the IRRUPTION of harmony and its wind figure.
words,
uffff,
words,
it seems to be in solitude
on a beach
or a tropical desert
waterlogged
parched of sorrows and past promises.
uffff
huaja
blajeeee
ujum
that’s how annoying the speeches are, brutal ones at the beginning.
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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...
