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Languor

Argimiro Torres *


is hidden and never promised

I did not expect

Garabateba
In place
In What role

thought
Desperate Time passed


In a clock Very anxious

The hands

marker
In this progress was not enough

That went beside the small needles


After a while mated


At the time of that tic tac

A great silence fell behind after that


My thoughts
never be the same again



But I feel now and then move

As

So many ghosts in the trance Only
De these crazy

My bitterness faded looks and comes


From far away
But is not it were his fingerprints



the end I was a mirage.

In distance is likewise.

Let's go to Meet a lost illusion
In the bottom of Our Dreams
It Would Be a great emotion
If we hear a gong ... With indefinite
... tamtams.

* Medical Venezuelan poet