miércoles, 28 de diciembre de 2011

Secrets stolen from the moon...

Secrets stolen from the moon ...

Secrets stolen from the moon,
on a bluish tulle
of nights... Hungries ,
tired secrets
of to be it,
yielded to our feet,
come to confession
almost dead,
for leaving them locked
in our hearts,
that resemble
a sad desert ...
Secrets stolen from the moon,
endless secrets
of all colors,
that failure to reveal
is wither
like nostalgic flowers which
they ask to the sky,
pleading a promise ...
Secrets intimate, ,
silent and magical,
which they will jump to the space
for to untie the knots
of fantastic ....omens...
Secrets stolen from the moon ...
which haunt us
with their sharp glances,
because they have life,
stolen life to the most worthy
of all the ladies ...
The night.. them squeezes
in bedrooms,
the adorns.,.the .masquerades
so that nobody to see them,
but we make cheat,
we discover them,
so that they emerge in our souls,
so ,like if they were of ' love affairs' sacred ...
Secrets stolen from the moon ...
magical secrets ...
If touch them with a magician's wand,
would dance with joy by be liberated,
would sing our love
poorer captured secrets,
in the heart of the... in love ...

Authorship:Raquel Norma Smerkin Roitman

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