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
deeply moving
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