I spent one hour thinking of a verse
my pen does not want to write.
Yet, it is here inside
restless, alive.
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I wish I had the courage
To speak of this secret
To tell the world
About this love
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After Madrid and London, there are still great cities.
The world hasn't ended, for amidst the ruins
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There comes a time when we no longer say: my God.
A time of absolute purity.
A time when we no longer say: my love.
Because love proved useless.
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How to remember without suffering?
to recollect without horror?
The sound has transported me
to that kingdom where life does not exist
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Why does God allow
that mothers go away?
A mother has no limit,
she is time without hour
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The door of truth was open,
but only let pass
half of a person each time.
Thus, it was impossible to reach the whole truth,
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The hammock between two mango trees
swayed in the sunken world.
It was hot, windless.
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When I was born, a crooked angel,
the kind who live in shadows,
said: Go, Carlos! Be gauche in life.
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The great pain of things that will happen
turned into the most exquisite pleasure
when among a thousand photos that were displayed,
I had the grace and fortune of seeing you.
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