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| [Note Guidelines] Photographer's Note [Spanish] |
The day this dress
with a long mantle of solitude,
sadness,
absence,
pain,
memories... of memories...
Locked up between four walls
late and totally in the dark,
I pass me this talking with your letters,
crying to your ghosts,
clearing the memory
to your same memory...
So I am tired
of these pains that single I can ask:
Even when?.
Even when the pain?.
Even when the weeping?.
Even when the sadnesses?.
Even when the love?...
the love...
that small feeling that gets
to stand in the center of the soul,
is watered with affection,
sweet words, details, thousand and things...
Until a day...
It grows as great as the infinite,
every time becomes better,
it is dyed of the most beautiful colors
and blooms within the heart...
He is pretty to seat under his shade,
to be in the shade of the love
seated with you to a side,
having thousand and words
that to say waiting muted
within my soul until seeing
that you wake up to you...
As well as he is pretty to be
under the infinite love,
is sad to see that really
it has finite, that a day...
without saying to us to
nothing the withered love,
the beauty finishes,
the day is finished,
the words are shut up,
the time goes ahead,
the roses are disfigured,
and you so single life mine stop yourself,
you plant a kiss to me
and soon you march,
taking with you my bled soul to you,
my cut yearnings,
my shut up laughter,
my days counted,
my evicted life... |
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