It is Summer in the North It is dark under this Sun The flowers went to hide Because here comes: A wind that bites! I am missing a few pieces After going for a walk. I got left, just seven fingers Which is plenty if you write. Hug my soul before it freezes In this... Leer más →
Beyond her warmth Beyond her nights of hurricanes Havana dreamed of something else... So young She got new wings And flew away to other worlds. That night The country slept But cried a sea when it woke up. She flew So far away She could not longer taste the salt. Havana left She thought she... Leer más →
Your story ended Before your thoughts Could freely flow To say it all. As if the end Was made of words The kind of words You could not say. I never knew Behind that veil There was no face, I never knew Inside your heart You hid a pain I couldn’t bear. What you didn’t... Leer más →
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