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
dwells.
Karla Bardanza
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