Come to my shade, love
I will wait for you
that my heart, here
safely thaws
Come to the shadows
come, love
that my heart here
is filled with good ice
this desert now
is full of paper flowers
my body now
is like a cherry blossom
living in deferred
without being
or hearing
or giving
the night begins another poem
I live in the echo of her voice
and I follow the trail of my own scent
(divertimento sobre un tema de exremoduro)
Interesante el blog, en realidad me quedé un rato leyendo, saludos,
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