Lying in the dark
hidden inside the abandoned home of
is a sad heart.
lies on a bed as if wounded,
on his face is the look of a being disappointed, lost
and reveals the betrayal suffered disturbed.
There was a time when there really was magic in it,
see anyone who could tell
that he was a great, live, for a change .
The desire was strong, burning a flame ineffable
heat spread throughout the stomach and chest.
His aura was beautiful colors, could be confused with a prism,
beam was all, I say do ... lightning lightning, thunder killer tops!
For such energy peaks that had not even touched her wake.
But the crowd eventually devour all,
usual the ignorant to be cannibalistic.
now plague of loneliness threatens to destroy
old woods of his room.
strives to maintain a word, his worn ropes
only spoken sounds crazy, remnants of a distant voice.
Your mind remembers the fate of the exquisite dances,
allagados but his feet only known worms,
their only visitors.
The once overflowing cup is now opaque,
no longer has the will to keep it high.
Hugo Luna
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