Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
I am the taciturn vigil distance
who prostrates on his bed to remember his beloved,
half of his body is visible in the distance,
behind the glass of an old window,
where they cross the seas sad scratching with his pregnant look, memories farrowed of that love in the delirium that left behind.
I am the taciturn vigia distance
who contemplates that very early seagulls and in his mind the things his eyes do not see,
in the wind flying wings liberated
in heaven his soul and his eyes on the waves
and those *** moons that serve as bed to dream again after wandering ..
I am the taciturn vigia distance Observing every sunset sea bathing the sun
covering water watercolor of a landscape burning flame and heat attenuated.
Staining the horizon of the same substance that make up the sun.