had a larger moon in the middle of the world.
eyes I was lost looking
The moonlight filtering through people
I never tired of seeing the emergence
That was, perhaps, the time
feelings and the words under the dreamy effect of the past
mixed with the voices of always
Soft, rubbed moon
puffed mouths, wet
iridescent stars
transparent bodies in the water at night
I wanted to raise his hands to lighten the image
But my legs held me like stone
other hand I wanted to raise
and was falling slowly
Side until he was resting on the ground
as a crutch holding my shoulder boning
This is my death I thought.
Earth in ruins in front of me
My eyes barely a memory flipping to another
Blurring This
I have a mouth full of ground when you stand in front
But no matter
The sun goes down turning on things
And I returned as
So no matter
Cafe ago by Freya Liv Quintana Cardona is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License .
Based on a work at cafedelatarde.blogspot.com . 
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