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I look in the mirror and I don't recognize myself.
There is a strange, unrecognizable image,
perhaps it's the image of my past.
The pain is deadly, tears which don't relieve.
There is an image which is not mine,
an image of the days which are already dust.
I look in the mirror and don't recognize myself;
The days pass, the years go by.
The lines between my eyelids are getting lost.
The hair changes, the smile disappears.
There's nothing in that image, only a palpitating pain.
A wound which doesn't health, a drop of blood which doesn't go away.
I look in the mirror and the days go by,
like footsteps, which lead nowhere.
One walks in circles, returning to the starting p...
She and he: were sent sighs in the flowers, it was inhabiting a dark aroma between its lips.
She and him: were the water of the thirst which they had. They were the silence which was silencing its words.
The distance between its lips was a yesterday where the light was wet..., the whole day. They drank The skin of a kiss between the bed blankets.
Between her and he: the distance of their lips it would vanish.
The empty hours were filling with a poison called absence.
The lonely evenings, the dying twilight between coffee and smoke,
The coffee! was not banishing the solitude, the insomnia, the madness of these words.
their arms were opened, hollow like a drum which strikes the life.