Apura every drop of wine
seeking routine background
more to find the dregs of oblivion
and a hangover that approximates
Seduce each bar bar
a smile waiting in silence
but dreaming is bored to
and resonates in his farewell ears
Walk torn between yawns
splashing his shirt with traces of pity
more alcohol is his only friend
and play their last game together
sleeps on a mattress without sheets
the dream of a love that is forbidden
but lulled by the waves of the distance
delves into the injustice of what has been lost
Tomorrow is just a word
and yesterday a hidden memory
today is a wound in the hope
and living is the infinitive of the lived ...
From "With life back"
Editorial Quadrivium
Francisco J. Picon
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