The beginning, begins at the end.
Of this spectral night,
My heart is lost
In this labyrinth, of hidden passages.
Feel the litany in your eyes
And in the midst of this existential vacuum,
Your presence smiles
With the grimace of your absence.
Traps the moment of the wound,
And doubts arrive announcing
The saddest end.
Invading the shadows of rancor;
I ask the time,
That I extend the trip to your side,
But I see him smiling,
Like an evil pixie.
On the walls of my soul,
I'm drowning in my own crying,
I want to spit out your love words,
But my tongue is a gag.
I invite you to enter my garden,
With rectangular circles
And circular triangles,
With beautiful spirals
Which I built for you.
With doors without locks,
Let us explore the furrows together,
To reach the center of the end.
In the repetition of coming and going
Where: one is or may be ... either.
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