Brief
2017 Abr 03
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Brief
The edge of the forest
the cold of oblivion,
the moisture of a kiss,
the steam of the rain in summer,
the sea stuck in winter waves,
the fright of knowing seduction,
the shadow of an illusion,
the patience of a rusty nail,
to be silent before stupidity,
the loyalty of a dagger,
the end of a book,
the afternoon of a Friday,
the muse on the empty table,
the pleasure invented
in front of the mirror,
the blow on the forehead
that gives away the memory,
the lack of style
of the greed destiny,
when we wield
the brevity of a moment.
Alfonso
2017 Abr 03
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