Monday, September 7, 2009

Porfirio Mamani Macedo

One night
and then one more night
everything to find your eyes
and your tears, embalmed existence.
That your eyes clear
that the winds blow
that will stay with me.
You who gives me
an ocean in your eyes
also scattered
are your dreams
in my singing.
How not to feel the sun
through the window of your soul
that brings me a river
of hope in your eyes.

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