Sometimes I remember,
as I walk or eat,
as I breathe or loathe,
as I sleep....
(or maybe in the mere moment of being (or not))
that such ways from your matters
are as subtle,
That You, as this poem
works like oblivion,
will eventually disappear
as I
write
you in
trying to remember...
the words to forget you
miércoles, 19 de noviembre de 2008
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