اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
To remember my future
I wear black the days to figure out the future of your lives,
I pretended cruel winters to soak up the rain of your silence.
And in the end I realized that everything was a mirage.
I dressed the plains white to mourn in the mist,
And from the rain I made necklaces of moons to remind you.
All the days we've lived and the nights we've laughed
Have gone with a wild breeze filled with distance.
I do not know how many seconds more will parade in this dawn
In these crosses of trees thirsting for opacity.
I wear black the days to figure out the future of your lives,
I pretended cruel winters to soak up the rain of your silence.
And in the end I realized that everything was a mirage.
If one morning you move like the hirsute wisdom of bamboo,
You will know almost by suspicion that all the cries drowned,
Of these reports,
You lit them.
I dressed the plains white to mourn in the mist,
And from the rain I made necklaces of moons to remind you.
The truth is that the armor of oblivion
They are crystal skies
Smiling behind steel hearts.
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