In the center of me
where only one silhouette is glimpsed,
tying the silence with my echoes,
running away from the entrance to oneself,
Without understanding that he was already in the center.
I have swum to another shore and, although we meet each other,
We are not hidden in a rain of regrets.
that conceals the misrepresented vision,
for silly thoughts.
challenging and my hands flew
Like strange butterflies of the night.
Waiting for the warm and friendly touch.
that separates the shadows with a single blink.
spiraling away from its sphere.
I've slept in the center of myself
where many voices increase winds,
Creating storms and mirages.
hanging from my shadows and I saw how my feet
They were moving away from this world, runes carved in my plants,
They separated me with a force outside the senses.
Following between dreams another route.
That rushes me in a vacuum.
The Nothing awaits me on a curved road,
an interval with infinity where a flutter is a guide,
That saves me from staying in the gloom.
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