Time brackish
In your eyes
in your staunch that covers me
as a mantle of winter
in the cold in your silence
and me
if not the bitter taste
a Mass celebrated
those in the post
acobijan to be in the cemetery
Time brackish
that at sea
in your hands
in waves
to hug
with my hands
with my fingers
not cross my eyes
are not
in all my lips
no smile
by fear
all the bullets
I got
the soul of my life
and laughing as
into oblivion of life
where there is lost
the bread of my life
Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos
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