Without yet opening the door
Without even telling you my names,
Not even after my lips touching your
heart,
There is a farewell building
Endless walls of unknown heights.
How can something be over
Without yet starting?
How can it hurt so bad
What it hasn’t been lived?
Faked mirrors,
Mirages to be discovered
Truth not to be said
Eyes not to be opened,
Unveiled masks
Destroyed disguises.
What it takes to make a miracle
Makes it easier to double the bet
And bury the heart
Under hidden thoughts
Deeper where the skin
Does not reach any emotion.
Soledad Lorena
June 24th 2007
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