Little Fast History

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Little Fast History

(The blink in the eye)

"I saw myself in the mirror
the day you said, and fled. Pale was my face
cold were my lips, as i imagine everything
that could be and were not.
Destiny, as rage flow throughout

my veins I stand here asking
were is my part in this play.
In which scene I'll play
Romeo waiting, asking for his love juliet.
In which page do i love unconditioned".

Destiny is cruel sometimes.
Answering with silence heavy words of actions
Like a stone pending on our heads, waiting
for the moment to fall down with brutally cruelty
to shatter our dreams.

"It is my wish , oh sweet embrace of death
that your freezing kiss touch my lips.
To put an end to this sad play of mine
To feel no more sorrow in my heart".

As the shadow of my grief is starting to cover him
I remember you in a poem.

Still

If I were born blind
I still would the soft curves of your face
If I were born deaf
I still would remember the sweet sound of your voice
If I were born mouthless
I still would remember the sweet test of your lips
If I were born loveless
I still would remember you.

ezequiel