¡¡¡ WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS / POETRY !!!

It's not that I never forget you, never feel,

that the sun dies its light when night falls.

The night is fragile mask that burns the grave,

where the soul is wrapped and the dream is cradled.



It's not that I forgot about you, nor about your name,

I will never forget the whole fire,

this dream that I invent after so many nights,

perpetuating his image, his light without time,

I only veil the resource between my silence,

delivered to the refracted shadow the echo,

that his deep voice explodes in thought.



A new morning mellows the shine,

of some white dwarf that exhausted the verse,

that shut up the window whose scourge the

drowned resurrection of some spectrum.



It's not that I never forget you, never preach,

where a poem is born I turn my moons,

with infinite rays of disconsolation.