Pude buscarte en los símbolos subterráneos
shelled green lines
forgotten moments memories
few shortcuts.
I could see you in the parenthesis of music and song
later stunned
words piled up and a frozen picture.
I could feel the intermittent
reflection of your hands in my life
in the days of poetry and bitters.
I could taste you, magical moment of the faculty must
of light in the mirror image
portrayed in the soul torn.
I could have avoided pain that was screwed into the bowels
and was there waiting to be crowned
and waited there, crying
dry weather in the twilight
unlearned no letters, no symbols, without hands or shoulders
and almost painless.
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