Rómulo Pardo Urías English effort: poetry, thoughts and texts

Loosing the light

The punishment of memory

around my days and tongue.

Once a voice told me I was a child.

Nothing hapens in the dark mountain

but my lonelyness arrival.

No forget is with myself, no lover, no woman

no cry in the perfection side of sorrow.

Walking along the river of images

the flow of tears called me wind.

But I’m not a man. I am a camera.

My time is one desert speech.


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