What if?

Without yet opening the door
without even telling you my names,
not even after my lips touching your heart,
there is a farewell building
endeless walls of unknown heights.

How can something be over
without yet starting?

How can it hurt so bad
what it hasn't be 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
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June 24th, 2007