Surname Pain
it would be nice if certainties came liquid
and don't wear a dirty robe
as the aggressive formation of the storms
or the negative balance of failed smiles.
we know what they created...
this altar of icy statues,
built with the defects called trust
and his emblematic surname pain.
the fingers that point are made of stone
and evoke hatred for our imperfection.
time absorbs all delusions,
but you don't find any of that on watches:
the filthy parade of minutes knows how to erase
the human and abstraction.
this happened with the links
that have become distance,
the passions that turned away,
the barbed wire of indifference
that surrounded the source of being and knowing.
still never talked about awards
when we came here to play.
is the dagger of certainties in our eyes
that makes the light dim nonstop.
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