I've outgrown my own imagination and spent my youth on what was not yet needed.
Maybe an escape will steal from the present the little bits of the past i've left behind.
Here i'll be cheerful, imaginative and cheifly inconsistant. I might get gloomy though...
Hopefully untied to myself.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Poema 62
Corazón, corazón flamante
jamas me había topado con tu capacidad de querer
que me llena, me quema
ardes en mi, una llama cauterizadora
y tu sonrisa es una llama radiante
que brilla sobre esta otra
sobre el duelo de amar
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