not even have time to scream.
I do not always remember
my steps
You not recognize them.
***
25
You do not know what is loneliness
You do not know what is loneliness
if you have not seen your mother die
and right after your father's heartbreak.
You do not know what is loneliness
if you have not at least once
composed their phone number
forgetting for a moment
that there are more.
You do not know what is loneliness
if you do not know what it means
be experienced without the approval of a grandfather
without the advice of an aunt.
You do not know what is loneliness
if you do not know what it means
believing they can get a hug for empathy
and do not ever receive in life.
You do not know what is loneliness
if you've never waited
with the ball in hand
a friend who will not come.
You do not know what is loneliness
if you've never asked Him
what to do
and you did not recognize His answer.
***
26
Strawberry
I noticed
petite strawberry
this morning
on the edge of the garden.
You were bright red
from the shadow of the laurel
from burning thirst
this summer sun.
From what woods you come
and how you survived
I do not know.
I have not seen in time
that your three leaflets
they played with rims for violin
the harmony of the wind
spring
your five white petals.
Fragraria, is your name
old as
your essence intense,
uproariously
irresistible temptation
I already predisposes
to taste you.
Now your sweet taste
flower limit yourself to the woods
I was left in his mouth,
only trace of you
feeling fresh grass
meticulous decoration
I'll still searching
you wild fragrance
and as a lover
I fall in love
to the bitter end.
***
27
You go
You go slow with the weight on the shoulders
of all that has been
on aching feet
on tired legs
there is the strength of will
to defense by the events
you go cautious
the protective shell
of all that has been done
and the rest
it does not matter at all.
***
28
Simple song
Return for the last time
and listening to the voice of the wind
I wish it were not the same
of my youth.
Perhaps you know it's different
maybe you cannot make me feel lost.
The wind takes me crying
of a newborn abandoned
I can feel the discomfort
I am distressed.
Perhaps you have a different future
maybe you can squeeze your chest now.
The wind takes me shreds
of young lives betrayed
were false guides and models
I can hear the rancor
between his fingers.
Perhaps you have a different future
maybe you can be a father now.
The wind carries the offense on the cheek
seems to the case the first time
but it is repeated again
I can feel the pain
that does not make noise.
Maybe you can love
and love her the same
maybe you can make her happy now.
The wind brings music enhanced
more, more, more
I can hear laughter immoderate
and then desperate cries.
Maybe you can hold his hand
What is a man now.
Maybe you know that it can be different,
maybe you'll find me.
***
29
And let me be sure
Ephemeral light
chimera unsearchable
explode in the night
and leave me the illusion
possible
as my wishes
property thoughts
become beliefs.
Instead it is not so
chimera slides in the dark
and leave me the certainty
the impossible
as my logic
solid fortress
become convention.
***
30
And then someone
And then someone will close the door.
It will be a slight gesture
It will be a slow movement
silent
It will be the time.
*****
End
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