And when it rains

The rain today made me remember the rain back then. 

The rain in Spanish rhythms

on the lively continent.

The dawn has hidden its happiness

today.

You’re sleeping,

in your own universe,

far from all and me.

The awakening… forbidden, desired,

shared, unburned

fully.

A long elocution, devout in its pain

has oozed on the soul’s and thought’s windows,

the body’s left with the frost silence of punctuation lacerated violins cords.

The clarinet eye who spied unfaithful

has lost its clairvoyant lens

in far too less elaborated lies.

Maybe the saxophone and the raucous voice

can bring back the future

here

then.

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