MISMATCH

Silhueta, Homem, Pessoa, Pessoas

When I wanted
make a souvenir album
collect in order of importance
memories that I had
in happy insomnia,
your image, your dearest,
of the love that I have loved all my life,
was no longer focused
as I saw it, many years ago.
When I tried
record the words spoken in your mind
between laughs that did me good,
which he liked
in the happy moments we had,
there were always those strange sounds,
murmurs that I no longer understand,
without the beauty of the voice
that brought me peace.
And the crazy will to rebuild
of the beautiful past that I lived,
I only had the certainty, in this sad present,
to seek his image, which no longer exists
and wanting to hear your voice
in vain.

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