lunes, 5 de diciembre de 2011

That... which does not come... Eso que no llega...

That.. which does not come ...

That glance dilated
in emptiness, as
lost or hidden
into oblivion
those caresses elusive
that fluttering
as nocturnes moths,
Restless and deceptive
those words that do not come
to warm the ear,
those kisses desired
passionates, who have lied ...
That.. which does not come ...
That.. which be desire
like in frustated dreams,
because it shall not happen,
nor has happened ...
That... which does not come ...
and be so much craves
that breaks the soul
after the terror
of to expect the impossible,
what never is will give
nor by magic ...
Although in dreams,
you draw it an elf
who to love you until
the tiredness,
shall not be what you
really are you waiting for ...
That... which does not come,
stops in time
and you stays taken
of that moment that will not be ...
That... which does not come ...
is not random,
is not providence
is just an impossible
that you aspire to love
with absolute purity and innocence ...

Authoeship:Raquel Norma Smerkin Roitman

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