A vague trembling of stars

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“I am the immense shadow of my tears”
― Federico Garcia Lorca

I knew from the very beginning

The day would come

When the sun of the mountain

Would cast aside as a sacrifice,

The shadow on your bedroom wall

When you were a girl

……

I knew from the very beginning

That, in my heart there is no balm.

To fool me into complacency

This open-wound:

Weeps, stressed not simple,

With an urge to repeat.

………

My vortex of doubt,

Broke into pieces,

The day before he died

We drew up a table of dreams

Together, in the hot, sultry weather

………

Tired and broken, I had given up on me,

Separated from the evening

I do not want to die tonight

Our eyes kiss the sun

I would like us to be cured

Of the unholy curiosity