They dissolve...

By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 8 Apr 2022


Mistimes in time...
Marked on fragile watches...
Disagreements in the meeting...
Colliding energies...
They repeat their cycle...
distant love...
They dissolve...
In the geography of my body...
Out of focus in the spotlight of reality...
That at the speed of light...
It leads us to new paths...
The light reaches my soul...
To give clarity...
As gestated...
To the created...
To the sense...
There is the starting point...
There's the connection...
Surviving myself...
In the cadence of life and death...
In such a vast space...
How intense it contracts...
Surviving myself...
Coming in and out of my anger...
To my sorrows...
To my nostalgic afternoons...
Weaving and unweaving poems...
Weaving and unweaving other lives...
That I lived and left...
Surviving despair...
If you don't reach me...
To lose myself and find myself...
In the imagination of my days...
Surviving myself...
In the warm and cheerful welcome...
That life gives me in its celebration...
In that space...
Between light and shadow...

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