This sea originated
From the impetuous
Accumulation
Of my tears
In the natural depression
Left by the migration
Of your magnificent wings.
The sinking
Of my dry land,
The telluric movement
That your departure caused
To the structure
Of my bones.
Today I wonder
How a ghost sighs,
How a phantom exhale
Its lament,
How to achieve a regression
Towards happiness in my bed.
That desolate emptiness
Left by loneliness itself
Is filled with the rivers
Of my eyes,
With the untimely
Melting
Of my glacier.
The pillars of Hercules
That supported
My known world
Collapse under the deluge.
That flows from the desolation
Of my gaze.
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