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Why are you at my side
if you're not here
Why? I feel your warmth
if I can not touch you

This is the first stanza of a poem
That falls on my
Like a stone
launched
From the top

It hurts the words
That imprison my breath
And trigger my tears
As an executioner
Which is smiling drunk

This is nothing more than a longing
Rabid as Cerberus
To possess and be possessed
In the Lost World
Of the impossible

They are fantastic thoughts
Of a mind that seeks to escape
Of reality it hurts
And does hallucinate

They are dark poems
For a brilliant feeling
As the magnificent lotus in the swamp
Awaiting the loving eyes of a lover

The first stanza of this poem
Born of a bohemian
That question one more time
It is forbidden
A desired poison?

Ana