cSad truth

Suffering from you,

My life is drunk.

Like pain,

Of these cruel lies;

That breaks me inside.

Like an illusion that intoxicates me.

Like the poison of fear.

Which one am I thinking of?


Pale reflection in this mirror.

Vague memory of light.

Of an ancient glimmer of the future.

Why this escaped dream,

Don't give me any hope.

To live after his bitter days.

One more moment of pleasure,

As if they never existed.


What is this languor?

Who hurts me!

At the deepest,

Of my defiled soul!

How to weld this heart?

Let time leave,

In the winter too long,

In memory of the most beautiful summers.

YCD - February 10, 1997