La quietud

Stillness- It refuses to speak. The stiff heart, it refuses to beat, to tell you all that i am not sleeping Tonight the blood was a torrent of anger But the skin blushed with joy And all of a sudden, Like a tornadoe Or like stillness, Came Hesitation To this sophocated bossom. All the love is gone, The ambers lie in their graves Waiting for the night to bathe them in darkness, For the merciless clock to paint them black and put them to bed. The old dreams, craved in the grey stones in the backyard In a forgotten land That’s too far away from you and I.