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La Marea

La inscripción lapidaria, aquel epitafio promesa envejece en las grietas de mis piedras: “El poema eres tú” fue acaso mi última certeza.  Se...

It's never you

Bells announce crowds at my door
And yet it's never you
I've honored every word
Even though you never do
Showered you with treasures
Cleared paths and emptied vessels
And yet you seem untrue.

Showed you sins and innocence,
Dreams, lust, reminiscence,
Unwrapped abyss and revelations,
Let you read me like a book,
Created lots of new sensations
So you could cuddle in my moon.
Yet you lay way further
While I fly and sing the blues. 

The bells are still tolling,
Crowds knock on my door
 And I won't even move;
I know it's never you.



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