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I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Writing, for example:
“At night is starry and shine, blue, the stars in the distance”.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her,
and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this I had her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me,
sometimes I loved her too.
How do not have loved her great still eyes
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I Think …
I have no it more she, …
I feel that lost.
Hear the immense night still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew on the pasture.
What matter if my love can’t save it.
The night is starry, and she is not with me.
That's all.
In the distance someone is singing.
In the distance.
My soul is lost without her.
To bring it closer to me, my eyes search for her.
My heart demand, she is not with me.
The same evening that whitens the same trees.
We,
… the time,
… already we're not the same.
Already no longer love her, true but maybe I love her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Of another.
Will be of another.
As before of my kisses.
Her voice,
her clear body. Her infinite eyes. Already no longer love her, true but maybe I still love her.
The love is so short and the oblivion is so long.
Because on nights like these I held her in my arms.
My soul is lost without her.
Although this is the last pain she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write.
Extracted from the Work of 1924: "Twenty Love Poems and a Desperate Song"