Fernando Delgadillo
Miscellaneous
Your haste
I couldn't look into your eyes yesterday
you are so far away it didn't have to be said
your haste was a bird wanting to return
and leave heaven behind the moments we lived
with a look you made me understand and although
you already warned me that I had lost you
your mouth lying to me a kiss two eyes
that I would have closed not having noticed
your haste is your anxious haste
to where it urges you to return
to where it holds you that does not allow you to stop returning
to where your wings go
those wings that don't quite fill up with tomorrow
and always urge you to continue
a lie that doubts and doesn't want to see
that time is time and you'll talk eternal
they leave as they sometimes come to come
along with the delirium that insists on your legs
so I keep you in my mind and I know you
searching for my mouth and gathering your body
I don't want to think that I will have you again
trapped in the light humidity of a memory
in a hurry that your anxious hurry
to where it urges you to return
where you It has a hold that does not allow you to stop coming back
that wind opened your wings
like a delayed seagull
after the prayer that is not enough
to stop you any longer
today I could no longer see in your eyes yesterday
that the world always has so much that you have not seen
the birds leave and the wind again
it shakes your hair and invites you again to try
like a fresh breath of your fleeting smile

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