Brave move
The night of escaping from the sacred prison of light to the remote city of darkness
Are the memories of yesterday in the forgotten bed left without awakening?
There is a deep sadness in the eyes
Pain always triumphs over innocent pleasure
I am in the conscience of love, I live without a tongue
I don’t know how
Everything moves except me, silent, silent
In a world that worships money and lust!!
Does the lover leave the lover’s nest one day under the weight of satanic temptations?
Did the words fall from the poet’s page into silent, eternal solitude, where the dead sleep in the open?
Confused longing sits on the dock of imperfection, waiting for lost love to return, without hope
Will the absentee return from the most mysterious escape?
Know that the rain, if it fails, does not return to the conscience of the clouds.....
