Meigas


And I invent,
In my soul,
A drop of water
That cleanses the sorrow
That has accompanied
All my lives,
For
About two thousand
Springs.
And all
For not having you
By my side,
Since
I flight with me same,
I walk alone,
Without shelter,
With disappointments,
Between the fingers
Of my hands,
In my heart,
The blindness.
Today,
Some friends tell me
That you
Knock on my doon,
That you will make me
Aproposal,
Great proposal!




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