Now that I embrace nothingness,

I see lost words deep inside.

I opened my hands with that peculiar

difficulty that attacks those who love

delicately. I dropped all the miracles

without pity or fear and I am trying

to re-invent myself with care and patience.

I released my soul under amnesty and

I am back from exile again.

Some pieces of me are still missing,

specially those you stole with grace and magic.

I don't regret the lost poetry of passion.

Love should always be now.

Tomorrow never arrives for those who

are defeated:

It is the infamous evidence of a mistake.

My fragile secrets are kept within you.

They will always be where your pain


Karla Bardanza

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