P
Ensar despite not feeling
felt not live in yesterday or today
pain is not pain
when you have an illusion
The cause of yesterday only makes
catch me in your being
's smile is what I fall
I saw and I did not dare to forget
and let love
a taste of sweet and sour
while I would repeat again and again
is just crazy.
thinking of you
despair, love,
but it is the madness of love.
Tenerte
is what makes me follow
without knowing your destination
know you're way beyond me.
Nancy Lissette Varela Avila
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