Blue sky arounds me
like a silent resident
poor poetry
written in my life's corner
chiselled in the wall of the moans,
envolving me
the shadows in this terrible night
and I don't write for fee
I'd prefer to fight
with the heart crossed by an arrow
and the hands requesting compassion
in my face the picture of sorrow
but in this body your amazing passion
It's a disgrace
yelling the ánimas
like a horrible death
in the sword of the destiny
take me, my beautiful señora
the owner of my useless soul
there is no human in me... no more.
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