Where my name drink
the fog of silence, the dryness
absent
black spot a motionless moon.
In dry rumors in sailing
page for latent petals brittle.
In the stillness of the night sky extensive
or already in the very mouth of the cave
to sleep
the shadow of my voice misguided.
Donde habite el olvido and is the only food, and the wound I wish
is without body or pain:
in that space, love, longing
wait forever without stopping.
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