Comments about Diomar Guzman
The hallway was lit by the iron chandeliers
hanging about in every distant shadows.
I walked there facing a corner of an altar
each steps I made lead to an endless path
from afar I've seen a silhouette vanished
in that archway the subtlety image forms
taking me apart from my deep conscience
apart from the things I've always known.
Never in my life I've ever felt this fear
til you came to my senses then disappeared
I wanted to see you again, maybe once more
to ask of you of these greatest unknowns:
do you have a voice, could you say my name?
can I ...