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I LOVE the moon that was broken off in pieces
swinging their strange rays
am the light that has tasted the heavens
(in riddles written memories)

I am the sun is not
and thirsty desert is behind some sleep the night I'm
strokes
-alone star that falls asleep in the waiting-

'm So before I
-a last fleeting as the wind kick up the leaves and
dry.

In my hands traced the lines of disappointments and bitter
destinations.

was not easy, counting the hours
uncertain among all my dark nights
to my body and tucked the absence
raged in my skin over time.

returned to the dusty trail
forgotten even in the absence
found my way to hell
that love became the sky. And looking

signal paths in your footsteps
I could see that when touched, not hurt them.

Raising my prayer at the end of the road
Would you believe you, love that my steps found?

spines where your feet were pink
walked so alive, covered with kisses. Alma Cervantes