Thursday, June 14, 2007


The cold bed

the wet window

by drops of dew and ice

Yoour smile

is a line in my memory

I don't forget

Your lips were two books

that taught me

to say the word love

because the word solitude

i learn it later

as the words dawn and silence.

My name doesn't matter

I am fraud of illusions

I only play with reality

1 comment:

kenita said...

Hola Gracias por visitar mi blog. Aqui te envio unas direcciones de poesias.
Ojala te sirvan y cuentame eso de Concepcion.
Saludos Maria Eugenia.