I long to activate
The mechanism of oblivion,
Making the wheels
Turn in the opposite
Direction to the pain
In my heart.
I wish to release the string
That tightens my arrow,
To reach the target
Of amnesia.
Interrupt the flow
As if it were a lamp
That goes out,
Change the orientation
Of my compasses,
Concoct a regression
As if by magic.
I would like to swing
The pendulum of my body
Until i drain every trace
Of memory that takes root in me.
Being a musician
Who tunes in lost notes.
Alchemist mixing
Souvenir potions.
Gardener pruning
Withered branches.
Fade
With my magic wand
The notes of the past,
Restart my memory,
Reestablish my will,
Begin a new sky,
A new earth,
A new sun,
New stars.
But, in my fertile land,
I carry a secret nemesis
Planted with the kiss
You gave me when i was
Completely defenseless.
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