On The Edge Of Life Poem by Manuel LLopis

Why do not you ask number of hours I waited
on the edge of the way with this body detonated?
My name? My name is...
In the dark I'm waiting some unexpected things.
My name is nothing and for you so many things
My name? My name is...
deeper than mind...it's a soul's chant
In the pure excitement I expect an unknown meeting
I expect of you a dazzling and unexpected meeting
I await your face, a strange unknown horizon
to discover the delights stronger than reason.
My name? My name is...
is nothing but a darkness taking shape over me
An encounter to satiate a thought that explodes me
my name
my name is nothing
my name is used for something else
The night I become that something else.
Why do not you ask number of hours I waited
on the edge of the way with this body detonated?
deeper than name...I'am a soul's chant.

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