It was a strange night of January when I came back alive.
The cold of the night hugging my face and holding my hands.
With the only company of the light of the lamps above my head and the slight glimmer of the moon from afar in the sky.
I felt lighter and my will to write was back.
My life had colors again after months of trying to paint them without any hint of success.
I don't know how to make me feel like that again, how to keep that sensation always with myself.
But those moments remind me that life has color, light, shades, and shadows, it never stays the same.
I want to remember those moments every day to live vicariously through them when this strange night of January ends.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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PoetryUn poemario que incluye algo de prosa poética, escrito desde el 2022 hasta agosto del 2024, ordenado por fechas. Trata temas como el amor, el desamor, la muerte de seres queridos, crecer para ser un adulto, amistad, entre otros. Hay algunos poemas e...
