Between me and the wind
burns a blurred sagacity,
a diabolical paradox nourishing
the false hunger of a ghost.
And you that ache and throw
your wild hands toward the sky
is my chaos.
You watch me and fear
what move your sympathy,
withdrawing into yourself,
taking leave of me.
I failed but my eyes continue
to attach you and it is all
beyond me.
Karla Bardanza
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