2013/06/10

3662 I won't have time

I won't have time.

Although I program myself
With sophisticated
Devices
Of Swiss watchmaking,
I won't have time
To forget
The fabulous arch of your brows,
My nocturnal caress
Slipping on your chest,
Your smile
As trunk of pearls.

I’m pretty sure that not,
I won't have time.

I would have first
To starting make
Emerging
This titanic iceberg
Of fantasy,
This gigantic mass
Of memories,
That I carry inside, there
In the deep side,
In the profound site,
That is called abyssal region
Of my yearnings,
Where live
Oblivious
Fishes without eyes,
Where they nest
Memories that radiate
Their own light.

And once
In the surface
To leave aerated
The mimes
One by one,
As being spread
In the Milky Way,
Phosphorescent stars
In the beach,
Luminous constellation
Of supernovas,
Infinite sand of the sea.

I won't have time.

I already know that I won't have
The time.
I won't have time,
Although I manage my steps
According to the coordinates
To the mechanism
Of illusion,
Before it will arrive
The end of my own end
Without forgetting
The fabulous arch of your brows,
My nocturnal caress
Slipping on your chest,
Or your smile
As trunk of pearls.
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