UNKNOWN OLD ROAD
Mauricio Araya
I go that way again I did not know, I have seen the stones
ground and did not imagine themselves, appear again to play
children without a childhood. I see the loneliness
accompanied
hand dry and rain that flooded my childhood,
me away I feel lonely breath of wretched creatures.
Cigars guide me on the floor,
in that place I met
but do not know. I meditate
absence
those years where everything was designed by grace, when the old bricks
shone with our smiles.
leave my soul in this place,
I lean in the past sob
children took to the time when you smiled really
forgotten in that corner is now another, as a diseased leaf
has
fallen from a tree sacred
and will not shine,
only in the subtle reflection of our souls wear.
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