I suffer a drought of loved lyrics
heartbeat, blood and tears
and groggy in the nocturnal not hurt me
I struggle between weight and lightness
between year late and meaningless born
between my youth abducted
and the next evening to death.
If this is inspiration, I am an execrable poet
empty as the endless strumming with
not only know who to write
lost the grail that gave me the answer
to why my verses scattered even to nothing.
A key he sang like a bird abrileña
reminds me of being "born"
in the month of Cervantes and Vallejo.
infinite Aprils undated
these graphs only eternal
deafening crowd
with my lonely feelings
as roulettes victimless Russian
steps playing forever.
Sometimes I wanted
just that.
Herf
not enough
to earn the horizon
the scaffold unconscious.
struck me
not enough
to embrace black death
eternity and love immensely.
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