Rómulo Pardo Urías English effort: poetry, thoughts and texts

Solitude song

The sunset splits my voice

to the ocean of feelings.

When do I see the inner

time of solitude?

There are some moments

dry and others wet

as I climb the Babel Tower.

I can’t distinguise if the dream

is true or if the lies are borning.

Inside my soul burning lapses

remind me the self identity.

As I borrow this alphabetic song

a child rise on the street

with his amazing playing universe.

All what I can tell

is absolutly unnecesarie and my verse

that is broke by the half

is freeze in the singleness of love.


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