Thursday, April 3, 2014


How far are you,
sweet dream?
My knees no longer burn,
they don't remember
the hours in prostration,
in obligatory prayer.
Come to me,
with that faded swiftness,
and lighten my eyes.
Show me how,
how I used to sparkle
as I watched my horizon,
the one I painted.
How far are you,
and do you remember
my intentions?

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