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RE: While I Dreamed Of Your Heart
beautiful poetry @dobartim I want to prescribe a poetry I hope you like it.
The route ends in your eyes drunk with grief,
I look for the leftovers of the time I knew how to lose.
And I find heartbeats / of vanquished loves,
silences of sand in the veins of who could be.
It will be that I have learned to always know you behind my back,
fateful light of the past that illuminates my temple.
And the oblivion bleeds / more dead than alive,
nest in your chest hopes that are not to be born.
After returning to the burden of each morning,
I return to the seas of ink that flood the skin
and on fictitious days / and vice nights
my hands that are still empty embrace the gall.
Do not fear for me if I lose myself looking for nothing,
never worry if I start again
piercing the nests / of split lips
They know that my sink is full yesterday.
Rose in my heart