"Morning star" [poem]
Break your mouth in tears
on my chest
The orphanage of the night
will not hurt you or make your bones cold.
The ineffable joy of dawn approaches,
timidly the patches of the sun overshadow the stars.
Rest your broken heart a moment more on me.
It is not sadness, it is not bitterness,
It's the night printed on your skin
that overwhelms even the boredom of life itself
inside his vortex.
Break the sky like the morning star,
Even if tears are needed
and until the last tarot match
so that you are happily at peace.