¡¡¡ NOSTALGICA MOON !!! / POETRY

Your absence hurts,

and alone in my thoughts

I have you and I do not have you,

tell me how not to love you,

if you show me the honey of your soul.

I trace the paper as if it were my skin,

with firm pieces of words.

If it were true,

that your blood is blue,

when I see it, spilling out of

my pen on the white canvas.

That the rivers cry dry diamond,

and your soul dances, on my fingers

in search of the ink of creation.

To paint with their colors of life

rainbow of illusions.

Every moment forces a poem,

when the soul has found

the path of the letters,

The only way to have you.

Condemned thus to the sweet sadness,

to accompany us only when

I say tempered in letters,

that's why I only live ......

And ..... I live like that because it's the only way I know.

Like the trunk of an old tree .....

Shouting a cry wounded by nostalgia.

His energy is the embers that cling,

It is the immense moment in which all norms founder.

Not knowing when you would come out of your guts,

and walking on your knees for time.

As if I were a ghost,

and like the air that everything goes through,

but the touch does not stop recovering,

explored heaven and earth

in the most deserted areas .....

And seeing that nothing emerges in

the white sheets of my bed,

nor on dark nights

that torture your lack without mercy.

Only nostalgia is my companion,

and the pain of my heart,

that next to the thunder of punishment ......

In tears burst ......