Scrambled with solemn and inert thoughts
One song is heard in echo for his mind,
imagining the damn voice of a broken heart,
under the stars, under the light of a comet,
light of the moon that much reflects.
He, soul of an incomprehensible natural,
who motivated away was leaving his purpose
next as a rain scrap followed by
a mudflow fluid proposed to balance seized rubble.
Perhaps it is wrong to think that the night of
lights of varying tones will show you something
Why to feel the charm of having known,
his fact, his secret delighted to know baritone voice.
The idea of considering a drop of tears between clouds,
offering screaming to watch his fall
but the incredible is the way he shows
his dance to fall between green and dark meadows.
The night accompanied by soprano singing
makes him create impatient image,
that his baritone voice would seized of the high voice.
And it’s then that they sing between words talks
and he says that “Don’t leave me to be different”
that his promise will remain waiting for his soul.
While he leaves, he sings…
“this night is unforgettable song”, “was wonderful to meet you”
smiles of red petals, heart in mosaics,
smiles with a series of vain feeling,
and is parked in the distance of his high presence.
From the top he says in mind,
“don’t forget that was enchanted to meet you,
please don’t be waiting someone else
please don’t have somebody waiting on you”
Isn’t necessary to remember that, today what is named 23,
consider me to be a 32 in complicate feelings
full of words to say to that was enchanted to meet,
with teardrops dismissed his voice in the distance of his ears,
his lips of his mouth, his eyes of his mind and his body of his hands.
By: Freddy E. Cifuentes M.
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