Originally a song. Did not like it very much Since I wrote it. Events like it less now.
Six
For everything that was
and all that could be
so come
and what will never be
a desire for joy and contentment
what we have seen so lovingly
mark my words in the hands of the devil
has braids in your hair
and the times I've tried to lose
What to choose?
What should I try?
in this prose
How to improve?
All
runny nose
and yellow eyes
is so improbable
have not found a better way
too beautiful
other day we talk even
In my dream I saw the circle
the eternal flame that cries
slides across the perimeter
cutting my face
sings about what keeps my heart
your quiet and solitary peace.
And now we have seen the petals whitening
plunge into the dark
reveal pink spring and summer new
glistening flesh thorns ambiguously open
¿Será éste mi número de suerte?
¿Te hará acaso sonreír?
Crecí cansado
sí, aún necesito ver tu rostro.
-New Year's Eve 2006
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