Dusty have seized on the appearance
my heart you feel the void
my eyes san where to stay
only my mind you can remember it
that you can not feel torture is appalling and not
touch is agony continued existence
waiver rips your heart
anything you know the agony of the soul
will demand more is not admitted to the diaphanous dream that evaporates
all'arrivar dawn
leaving only its flavor as a wake
with the black abyss that you stock the day
You can not ask for comfort un'illusion
nor be led by the hand in passion
vision that only the sweet craving allows
embittered and what remains of the day
Only mad scene reaching to love the shadows
riescon the visionary imagination to carnificar
now I am come yearns for the night
you can from the stars appear to me
In each face, and every semblance of others
I measure with my eyes fixed
idea for me back then more and more disappointed and tired
feel excluded from the passage of time
25 December 2009
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