I
When I did more to approach,
The more you did to separate yourself,
you changed into an unreachable star,
arranged in the empyrean of the dark firmament; Y
ou subverted our dreams:
soon, they became nightmares;
I affirm with determination that I hate you,
I hate you with the same proportion as I love you;
unfailingly destiny has marked us:
we are destined not to be what we were.
II
The night slips, between perfect frogs and morbid clouds,
between my silence and the rumble of the city,
My hands and teeth bleed,
an osmosis occurs in my ears:
I have broken my eardrums,
the time occurs on a 12/8,
and a loud trumpet sound rises,
vigorously,
Stop the party! Who asked you to start?
III
I think that loneliness is no less perfect,
that the functioning of the stars,
that hatred fits equally in the heart of man,
that the blessed love,
that the farewells are perfect in themselves,
because they remind us that time is fleeting,
that the life of a grasshopper,
it is as important as that of a free man,
that death is the subsumption of life,
and life, the little light in the shadow of a solar eclipse.
Friends of steemit, I hope you liked my new writing; life is simple, we just have to fill it with things and memories and people who would give a lot for each one of us.