With many years behind him, was hardly to answer the neighbors greeting each morning I said goodbye to see her sitting under the cedar, outside the house. His precious watch and did not mark the time, but she instinctively flipped through it and then looked at the old station waiting excited about the arrival of a train. That afternoon in April, found it in the usual place, steeped in sadness, stroked his white hair, held her face in my hands and kissed her immaculate front. - It came with you, my son, the engineer? - He asked, suddenly ... Then I realized the sad reality.
HEROIN
The
'm looking now so full of sadness and I
certainly very silent cries.
As the flowers cry
the absence of dew, when summer
wicked colors the leaves.
What
the fallen tree in the desert,
with
uncertain future for the years up.
Or, as the sky is crying
to see the wounded land, with the hope
lost for comfort.
quiet Heroin without which all knew,
which will one day
taking my soul.
whole offering His life
with love and joy,
deliver my own not to go.
the reasons I
for
love forever and feel the embrace:
"Having two hearts"
Rahulig/011
DRA
Image: With it in 2005
The family album
LUIS MADRIGAL Tascon has given me a sonnet on the topic.
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