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Black threads fall on her naked shoulders,
Sighs start between each fall,
So fine, so fragile, so scarce to form knots,
Crude evidence of youth in it's fleeting flight.
In her pupils the rainbow loses its intense color,
Don'tt flirt jovial her eyelashes with other looks,
But today her eyes don't leave that clear warm glow,
Despite sharing the game of the sun between tired sights.
The captivating pink of a time ago is no longer,
The cracks now hide the traces of kisses yesterday,
Her voice for moments trembles even in her own compass,
And sing melodies while playing chords, without lose the rhythm.
Listen to whispers before the sun sets,
Familiar voices that fluctuate at nightfall in her room,
Speak out loud, navigating among the most common talks,
Although it seems that she has left reason behind.
Her hands tells fascinating legends,
From rough palms, long lines shout "youth",
Her fingers have crossed in different paths,
And today they only enjoy their stillness.
Yesterday her feet ran for life,
Tired, now they have divested themselves of the momentum,
She just runs against the wind while she's asleep,
Waking up as agitated as her own pulse.
Time has not completely turned off her light,
But it's stealing her breath slowly,
Between her hands she holds that cross strong,
Shouting without voice always the same thought:
"He's far away and I can't breathe,
I don't want another day of pain,
The hours are going apart from me ,
and I'm wishing to hold the love forever. "
