The memory of your eyes
Is like a sparkling
That spreads through the tinder
Outside a theater.
Inside, in my body,
The curtains of my box
Are reached by the ashes
That are expelled from your hand.
Ecstatic, I watch as the wind
Of shared memories
Climbs up my spinal cord,
Making my myelin tremble
With its lightning.
My nostalgic exhalation
Does nothing more than increase
The flames that fill
With brilliance and sparkles
All the space in my stage.
With acceptance I understand
That the dream of what I miss
Will sink into my memories.
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