Where do
your sweet dreams, the ones where I was there
where everything was heated by the warm spring sun
your hopes and your heart full
narrow hands always full of my
Where do your rivers of words and your reasoning
when I looked in his eyes stops
and whispered sweet words in my ears
giving me the body imbued with passion
Where do those
love your conclusions at the end where it all together I found out
old and unfit to continue with you life
another love interest or pushed
Where do
to end the tears between the lines
fled away the shreds of a torn heart goodbye
images convulsive
who then saw the thousand words that I was not able to say
Where do
existence of all my keep hopes of regenerating
that I have the time expired,
hopes and empty recipient without
although sweet, tender and infused with love
December 28, 2009
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