Lord is true what they say I
Tues crazy like a confused cat
colors.
And is it the source of my madness
his refusal to all
his habit of closing the arms
hug before their sentences
their flirtations
shooting star putting the bolt on his chest.
All she has lost because she
is all and I
a weak poem.
Lord love fell your desk while still unfinished
so it is a gleam indomitable
mirages that fills me like a castaway.
Dime,
what will you do to be saved? Anuar
Bolaños
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* Text of his book "The Shadow Divided"
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