Thursday, July 27, 2017

Canto to Men





Canto to Men


I sing to the destitute souls
to their ancient lineage of shadows

to the corpses of hope
and foam of days

Canto crisscrossed by absence
wound of time that spreads

to unarmed Mythologies
shredded by crumbling hours 

when staring at you was always my design
informed face of all my solitudes 

accomplice of the deepest silence
I was once able to endure




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