Behold:
Faced with a coffee for company
sitting on the terrace of the Casino,
mired in disappointment it does not hurt if
know that kissing is worn,
sweeping surf wave after
and indifference comes
when the fire burned all the wood.
More, is the sadness
embers wrapped in
while other winds do not blow and fly
the ashes of oblivion.
After all life is constantly apparent
plated farewells.
*
are the days go by and
years go by and time on the slopes of
dreams are being
Carlos Serra
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