The smiles come undone
Of the pictures
And the days
That yellowed
In the memories
Sown
At each cell piece
In my interior
They become grass
Engulfed in flames.
Bring me to myself again!
That I yearn be free again
As in the sky the bird
As in the sea the fish.
Our knots
That formerly I believed of iron,
Similar to the belt of Orion,
They return again to the dust.
And now the only thing
That I yearn with brain
And heart
It is to lie down in a couch
And to have a loving
Regression.
To restore myself to the state
Of a thousand suns ago
When I left more than
A thousand miles ago
More than a thousand kisses and caresses
Toward the station of dreams
Missing a round-trip ticket
Missing a baggage of redemption.
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