I wanted to pack
fleeting taste of your insides
and was in the air to circulate and certain
insult to the manhood of my hope.
ways I'm leaving for longer than the memory
with the hermetic isolation of the pilgrim,
but move and certainly my side
something beats time to my destination.
When the end of all days
no longer has a future made way
'll come to rejuvenate your look
that laughing shred of my destiny.
I'll be gone for longer paths to the memory
goodbyes rolling in the flow of time.
Ernesto Guevara de la Serna
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From: www.elgrito.org.mx
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