one of those moments .... it feels to lose something that is valuable.
"Tristeza"
Ita Mex
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... I'm tired of my confusion, my failed attempts
of my failed hopes of carving carefully
without considering the stiffness of the texture
sculpt
and I thought that love was enough
himself but, again, I was wrong.
to plant both with much love on this hard ground
if the fruit that leaves more lift
satiate hunger and although there are usually sweet bitter
I can not help because in the end I'm
fully terrestrial.
Yet look at the sky looking for stars
a comet becomes
and look away
And I noticed that the light will extinguish
the night closes
becomes black and I remember that place
the I do not want to return.
And then des-hope
dawn again a busy day
where the sun shines bright.
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