The door closed
a chain but the thoughts do not pass over van
cake where you do not want
transmigrate over the meat and you are immersed in silence.
That door barred
has no name exists for fear of losing the breath of life
and closes before it can happen that never would
my pain is closed in there
adorned with chains and breathless breaths
physiological fatigue and bitterness of soul.
My heart does not have keys
every desire is a gift
breaks through barricades and gates
insurmountable obstacles to our fold
tangled glances and caresses
pain
reigns on the throne of a queen
hands quarries
smile impossible
useless creature
exit from the dark void around
reigns of impossible joy
seized of trees and sun
but his drool grooves sprinkled with frost
what annoys the time never come back .
(image of T. Aliffi 2010)
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