As the last day does not return
You’ll never be that high voice
Tundía under the breath of infinite almonds
A lullaby to his chest
You will not have to be that
That shade of a poplar
Rent the air with scattered notes
The subtle scent of an afternoon on the river
There will be no day you return to your expense
Filled with memories of the dark obsequious
Solar excessive idleness
Cerns perfect
As the last day does not return
You never on your own steps
A walking path open for you
In the garden that keeps your memory
Not even in deserted Frond you will have to tread
To you because transit between fig fruit
Pomegranates, flowers at your feet
You’re just now that you did not want
You’re the one who did not know what he wanted to say
Greedy mouth no fruit chews
That spoiled, bitch, feast and festival
You’re the insaciado looking with envy
The overwhelming joy of others
Whoever hurts to the bone for the innocent laughter
It will cloud your eyes with anger
It will swell cruel hands remorse
It poisons your blood
What fire, what abandonment
How miserable are the shores of life
As the last day does not return
No back in you will concoct bells
Holidays in flowered fields
Neither your hands browned wheat of eras
Nor whiten your snow on your mill
As if you had closed universe
In a thick fog that prevents you
Learn what the rock crevice
That must be the source where you drink
As if the universe against you
Injected into the air that poison
Bending your knees
So as the day turns
A spin on its hinges hours and passes
And overhead the sun will go down
Lost to
So you lose
So as you lose you lose
The scent in the air that always blows hard
You’ll miss so terribly
That to your eyes can recognize your own skin
Neither your ears hear your voice
As if talking on another that you
Not even your blood
It will respond pálpito
And the tongue utter
A language that is unknown to you today.
Hurt to lose.
You call Bitter, in your gums
It will bloom a garden of tree-scale
And in your head start seborrhea high tufts
Niagara mist in your eyes
You call without reproach wounded
The living skin ulcer land where you step
Without faith you call
And there will be another you
Built in penalty
That round will infect
Leprosy is righteous
It must distinguish in the market
The mob cried
He will announce you arrive
The stench of your acids
The clear bell is anticipated
And you wondered why back
Why and what
And what return
If the return would smell bouquets awaiting your step
If yes minor fronds fruit curds, cheerful blooms, light concrete and acid,
And back with an army of sources nymphs dancing for you
If I go back in the water, ductile, light, fluent, if in the air
If you awaken in the back you are, if you come back spin, spinning, start from yourself
If you become, if you founded back, come back without hesitation
Although recent days should not happen again
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