Oh my goodness, you have broken
your days, you are the
light of kindness,
you are the night of my terror, you are the
crystallization of the truth,
in the moments of doubt,
you have taken the night from me
, you have given me to the sun
, whether you are there or not, for me, a
support
for me, who is a stranger, you are a friend, you are a refugee, your
helper, always faithful,
go on a journey of health,
do not eat my sorrow, which
has become a habit for me, the
savior of my affection,
my poetry has taken from you, a
dry vein. My existence
is blood from your body, if I owe it to
you
, if it is from you, my soul
does not appreciate that moment that you gave me, if I owe it to you, if it
is from you, my soul
does not appreciate that moment
that you gave me, when the
night was a journey
in the alleys of terror,
when every shadow was someone
to take me to the darkness,
when every second of
the night was my fear, when the wound of the
dagger was my friend, my
best dress. You had
mercy on my body with a kind hand,
you told me of the light, the
curtain of the night in the hands of your
always faithful helper,
you go on a journey of health,
dont eat my sorrow, which
has become a habit for me,
O dawn of my first friend
, my last friend
, happy journey
, you are my only helper, your
destination, wherever you are, wherever you are in the world
, the
other side of the anemone
behind the moments
, remember that your heart
was the shield of my
calamity, alone. Your hand was my friend, my helper,
always faithful,
you go on a journey of health,
dont worry about me, for being away has
become a habit for me.
