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The
my soul leave me Search,
and
strategy is to become tears.
Sale
then sailing through the air,
flights in turn gives
summer as herons
and when you return.
When I realize
has quietly become
and are only
scales of tears and
their flight feathers.
And she
installed again
in the tree of my heart
sinks its roots in
deep sadness.
She goes,
returns and do not know why:
because I tied a string invisible
between its wings
and the other end
the flowery
heart of the woman I love.
February 2009
Santa Fe de la Vera Cruz
Argentina Republic
. Actis Bru-* 1942 - 2010 - Married - three children, two grandchildren
writer, poet and essayist (23 titles published)
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