Uno camina y camina por distintas rutas directas, recovecos, vericuetos; nos cruzamos con oscuridades que parecen tener los fluidos de la muerte, pero siempre algo alumbra y da vida a eso que nos atañe, que nos sostiene. En la oscuridad nace un oasis verde, naranja, azul con tu piel, con tu aroma. Tu piel se endurece de ternura.
Do minor with missing key
1
On the way to where
We were going
Tense tone
Late spring
Not a march on the desert
2
We talk about faults,
Hours spent,
Hand-stitched crystals
Things on dry land, on secure land
3
Someone had an old clock
Which he never took out for us to see.
He said that his role was changing
Obstacles
Flashing
4
We cut a length
In spite of difficulties with liquid sapphires,
The smell of sadness went away
5
Yes, some of that is true,
Although, it was not everything.
I need the torch
To light every drop.
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