Y…Suerte. — La Brújula

“¿Hasta cuando tendré que imaginar que nunca más sentiré Tu presencia,tu necesidad de tenerme siempre, Esos ruiditos que hacías cuando yo era capaz de fundirte en un sentido abrazo? Mis huellas ya no sellan tu vientre, Dichosos recuerdos que jamás olvidaré, ¿Por qué esta casi infalible memoria a mi corazón nunca le da un […]

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Posted on 22 July, 2018 by Labrujulablogblog under poetry

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And… Luck.


Asta “How long will I have to imagine that I will never again feel

Your presence, your need to always have me,

Those noises you did when I was able to melt you in a sense embrace?

My footprints no longer seal your womb,

Blessed memories I will never forget,

Why this almost infallible memory to my heart never gives it a definitive term?

Over time I guess it’ll all stop,Though my mind will never forget it.

I do not know if you mortgage your happiness to a person

You don’t know if you have that constant emotional endorsement

To whom so much must answer your demands is timely.

To first find self-esteem in oneself is paramount,

And not rely on a relationship that questions

The emotional independence and self-sufficiency of one.

There won’t be many who can tell you ‘ my love for You

It will never be tainted by a mere conjugal interest. ‘

You know the love of the majority is Efíme