(English)

An instant of melancholy

_{Author: @nachomolina2}

_{image source Pixabay}

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Oh, it's like that
so poor my beauty!
torn into pieces
of what
It was yesterday,

Memories about
a park bench
bathed in rain
instigation of pleasure

Solitary and covert
deny history
ancient
of what once was

Dressed in the mist of the past
afraid of oblivion
and to the smoke
of the sunset

And I saw you in the prism
of the immense
playing with the eyes
to heaven

and the mind a mirage
stepping on what
remains of my world
with the last breath

Screaming in a low voice
mockery of oblivion,
the designs
prohibited
of a goodbye

Not even
the slightest desire
return
and his dark reason,

revealed from the swamp
so unexpected
evaporation

And the garden full of light
was the warm
reason for a meeting,
also a farewell
without explanation

With fisted hand
whose is it
betray
and they know how to pretend

That time when
everything had its time,
my naivety
he did not know how to discern

Oh, it's like that
so poor my beauty!
that still overflow
the phrases
that came from you

And I stay to live
in the ordeals
where were you walking
fueled by melancholy

The meadows where it withers
you were the flower of tears
Broken
on the skin,

and I could draw
your smile
asleep on your lap
the first time

That corner that sheltered us
now he's drowning
of silence
in an infinite pause
so that no one
I could see you

Oh, my poor beauty
naked!
It is perfect and incomplete
dressed with the afternoon

And you, owner of chaos
you flood
the darkest hours

Longing for the night
in the park
of memories

An uncertain place
similar to death
where I don't know
yes I exist
or if maybe, I'm back

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