Poems of dislike.

Fountain

Question

How long does it have to take
so that I can present myself with this skin
that you never remember
But who once tanned himself with that country look
that one day my hands wanted to mold
according to my dreams
Where anguish was a question
And uncertainty is an answer?

INDIFFERENCE

What am I doing in the face of this crying
where days bare the hours
and a brigade of daggers
opens the memories?
What am I doing in front of this cup inebriated by the moon?
What should I do?
If you don't even
you catch me with the glint of your eye.

PROPOSAL

Fountain

If I propose to you
that you write a poem
where the word "love" isn't.
sadness,
melancholy,
Not even the silly look or the easy smile
Neither the tremor, nor the kiss,
nor the cold
nor the heat
But don't forget the two bodies
Bleeding and nudity
Suffocated by a battle
Where words weren't needed.

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