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FEARS

I fear the evil shadow of death, and his claws

Indolent,
Looking for you in my things.

intrusive fear of loneliness, And the road cruel

of an empty life, without you
,
And even as the sun
I know what my inexorable decline,
Not!
... I refuse! ...
For fear my old
Without your hands,
Without the light of your eyes,
Without the support of your arms.
How I live my life? How
afternoon
endure And his silence?
do
the shadow of the past and the smell of your body crumbled

Filtering Under the slot

gray with no light of my eyelids, my skin
without your humidity?
not! ..
I refuse! ...

Prefer

from
first
Riding on the wings of the wind
Before the eternal suffering of having lost
,
and become a ghost
Injured with pain and sorrow

By not see you anymore.

Humberto Guevara. 2009