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The rain fell slowly
almost as it not wanting to,
gently calming the thirst
that the heat left behind.
She entered through the open window
sifting with her timidness
the penumbra now already cool....
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I don´t know what I want,
I don´t even know what I´m hoping for,
I only know that I am making paths
that go through the emptiness.
I don´t know what I dream
nor even if I have nightmares,
I...
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I would like to keep the promise
of feeling each moment,
of always giving my encouragement
to what I look at,
to what I feel,
to not even lose a minute
in mere distress,
of not being afraid of...
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I called the rain with all my heart,
wanting to feel its clean water on my face
washing away the heat and sweat
that the weightiness of the afternoon
insisted on leaving.
I begged it to wrop me in...
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When I speak about the sea
I feel me blue
and I soothe the anger
that my soul feels
upon seeing the pain that surrounds me.
Children who have lost their mother
in a stupid war
that money contends,...
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Friend,
I who dreamt about you,
you who dreamt about me,
I was barefoot
you were nude,
both of us with children´s games.
Friend,
where are those paths
that we travelled together?
Where is that...
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When you ask me
if you will be happy,
my son,
I say yes
because that is how I want you to be,
but I look at the world
and I remain awake
although I hide my fear.
Life is hard I warn you,
but if...
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The forest seemed black
in the distance,
like a thick wall that prevented
the passage,
and little by little,
upon coming closer,
its dark color began to turn
into green foliage,
protecting between...
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May I speak with life, please ?
I need to talk to her out of pure necessity,
to tell her to wait for me
if I arrive late,
she isn ´t to go ahead and leave me behind,
that everybody is looking for...
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It was cold,
a dog barked at the night
and the silence that remained
was still heavy.
It was cold,
and the snow
that was falling
left flowers with thorns.
The black and white
merged
and the...
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