27.02.2015
Our moment could have been indestructible
we could have had the strength of the laughter and the memories
the travels in our eyes
the breath of the varying air in our mouths
the voice of the first encounter in our kisses
The sea could have accompanied our spume
mute ashamed
doubtful of its impetus
The Andes of this far country could have been our nostalgia
when we old during the white winter
burned in the flame of time
Our children could have had a face
your beautiful eyes like the sky
or mine obscure
like this sadness
We did what we could:
now nothing is possible
El Matallana
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