domingo, 26 de agosto de 2018

NO TIME

No matter the time of day
to write to you with my hands,
with my feet, with my tongue,
with my eyes, with my whole being.

Time feels incapable
to interrupt the time,
when it reaches our eternity.
You still remain in that first kiss
who refuses to die in his agony.

I feed on those irretrievable traces;
powerful reason for before, during
      and after.
From the memory that is present
and, when it comes to the truth
 disappears into the light.
For all my english followers. 😉

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