In the time of being lonely
I often think of you.
The wings and the invisible power
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My eyes keep getting misty this winter.
So much quiet cold at night
just to wait for you in the morning.
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We can appreciate the energy in art
and feel strong in the transfusion,
but then time keeps dripping,
the curse of the beauty drinker.
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I keep dreaming of horsemen
waiting for me in the distance.
Some remember the days
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I wish the rain could speak of You,
sweet sad sounds
of rain drops dripping,
but no music can help.
...
I talk to you
through
somebody else´s
poems.
...
En un palomar, ancha es Castilla,
Una paloma incuba el huevo del rapaz,
abandonado a su suerte,
a las tardías heladas.
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No mirrors for the broken hearted.
You are still hurt.
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I never knew I would be a long distance runner.
I´ve lost the drive to win
and my voice has become sweet.
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Horsemen on the horizon
upon a hill
keep looking at me
in the distance.
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