@tibianchini
1 year ago
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All the poems I gave you, Maria,
The remembrance of your lips is not worth to me;
Words that are ordered on a marked paper.
All the memories of your lips, Mary,
I'm not worth the minutes by your side.
Memories that are fleeting and abstract.
Every minute by your side, Maria,
I'm not worth my absence from you.
Instants that are, chronology of a past-perfect.
And all this absence you make me, Mary,
This one is worth more than anything.
Feeling that is, pain that is; absence of a life.