Time passes inexorably, the hours become centuries of loneliness, leaving behind me sordid stories, plus a breath of barren challenges.
At the threshold of my wounded illusions, where unwise perjuries hide, contradicting my existence, reason is affected when the heart speaks of the existential essence of lost times.
It opens the trunk of memories where I keep the reminiscences of my affections for you to know that you are there to calm the dalliances of my thoughts where a deep passionate cry of a I love you is heard!
Is there the balm of love between the vile distance and the raw loneliness in the emptiness of desire that dwells mercilessly in my moments of great sorrows and bitter lethargy?
I only listen to the wind when it expands the echo of what day passed and the chimes that martyr of tedium my soul alone without your presence, agglutinating my old age of not seeing you becoming persistent every day because time and you become aggravated thinking that the days are moving away. Without you next to me to illuminate my obsession for not having you with me!