I came with questions about death
In four seconds, with a simple word,
You transformed my understanding
My regrettable lack of inspiration
Gave in to the echo of myself.
What is the question that will take me
To understand the answer that lies on you?
All I have, being miserably absurd,
Are the whispers of the noble wind,
Sighs of my unyielding personality
And the warmth of the word you gave me.
Now, come here. Come to me.
Destroy with two or three words
What you have left alive in me.
Hope and sorrow, take them all.
Arely Cortés González
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