Gabiel Pacheco. Carmen
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Crying
Infinity wets eyes,
as a rainy afternoon.
All fleets
everything is a deep sea.

Again the birds fly..

Anchored,
pending,
as an old circus tent,
I have everything

...the night, like a story, is unraveling the silver threads that hang like earrings, then, between shades of gold, assembles the sea


We are a dream of lovers,
we,
we expect only death comes
and saves us from love.

He invented wings to fly

Sadness

Nostalgia is a feeling,
a murmur.
The sea moves.
(Do you hear?)

Dream in red

Helga

Poe
Petal red
wing of a black bird.


Suicide
"... dying is a way of seeing the invisible ..."

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