Painting: "Dangerous Liasons" By Rene Magritte.
Sometimes
when I sink into your heart open, pick
red chrysanthemums to grow a garden instant
this cracked determinism
that is my life ... without you.
Sometimes when you bump into
silent words of your absence,
me wallowing in a vast desert,
I can not distinguish between water and sand
and the echoes of your name sound like scars.
Sometimes
stole into the maelstrom of our history
sandalwood bark,
perfumed with the territory you
walking my kisses,
the unpublished pages of your promises carnal
where I wrote my will, and lily
that put them in my chest when I matabas
, over my
reflecting the color of your death.
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