The years passed
unnoticed
through the back door.
I lived intensively
the hour and the minute
flirting with the weird sisters;
Átropos stalking behind the corner
to see if she caught in me
a relinquish of my word
as I had a deal with her:
the moment I ceased loving you
the thread would cut.
But I was loyal
to your image
to your scent
to my love.
You never knew
how much I yearned you,
how much my soul loved you,
that every minute I think of you.
Years passed
surreptitious and silent
and I still love you
missing you
in the distant city
with close love.
sentimientos del alma, desnudos ante el lenguaje de unos versos
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Los años pasan subrepticiamente dejando un poso de canas pero los sentires siguen siempre vivos. Los Arco iris dan ilusión a cualquiera que los ve por escondidos que estén.
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