Sunday, September 27, 2009

Traveling through the limits

In the limits of the desire
we sight the impossible thing
in a vision that returns
more imaginary than real
In this diffuse image
that gets lost in the mysterious thing
we make out impossible grandeur
that show the indelible thing
Abyss or truth?
After this intuition
of distant landscapes
impossible horizons
and dark dawns
it stirs up in us
the most intimate explosion
and uncontrolled of desires
where we make a mistake
with life
with time
and with a " not itself what "
that impels us to feel
After it, the plenitude moves away from us

Love is a disease no one wants to get rid of. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer do not wish to be cured.

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