When you read my poems on the arm of a quiet and burning night, white and fragile, the phrase never heard It will change all your schemes.
The essence is fire and cold, do not fear it. Everything is learned with time and measure, the winter of each farewell, the summers of love that you burn.
I write, I miss the window that made us door to the moon and brought us the sun in the morning.
Nothing in this sorrow has been in vain. You are still light like none, I continue to see the world at your hand ...
The world of your hand | Ecency
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En el borde, el tiempo (ejercicio poético) (Esp-Eng)josemalavem ·
