will be unveiled
the hours that light the lamps
to buy a kiss
case I get the flavors
of those who gave me
or burn the taste out of my mouth
by the bitter aftertaste of memory,
and forget once your goodbye.
may quench the thirst
payment on the lips
that are not printed,
... also most generous and not show disdain.
not think it is ... a non-living,
hang your shadow behind the glass of my window,
an attempt
to silence the echo of their steps
and discard the spectrum of my bedroom.
No longer
his mind at night,
shroud of agony that surrounds me
embroidered with the letters
of his name.
__________.__________
Carlos Serra
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