Friday, July 25, 2008


Sudden with of the impossible presence and the sky is too big for the lonelyness.

Uselessness poetry of men, things.

Sadness of a suffering love.

The anxiety of the unfinished...

Oh! How the paths are long, the sad paths of love...

Trying not to remember the white sheets.

Not even one tear pending on the silent face

Not even the thought that came after, when the absence grew into the heart.

And the present is silence and the fear of death

And the sensation that everything is fading bit by bit till a irremediable

never more...

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