I am blessed
for in a life I lived four.
And my ghosts playfully dance
the tarantellas of their dreams
and nightmares tango their shadows
in the falso of the night.
I am cursed
for my life was split into four
dissociated planes of confused love
masked by eclipses and shades
of happiness in fountains of elusive hope
in the falso of the night.
I am blessed
for in a life I lived four.
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