The Summer of Goodbye
Theatrically moved,
dramatically ecstatic
What did not raise me
no doubt of her veracity
She promised to come
to my summer,
apply my herbs, my sun,
to utilize my salts ...
My natural means!
Insensitive and cold,
did not comply with promised...
She preferred to hibernate
in the glacial senseless
of an Austral metropolis,
by means of modern paraphernalia
and artificial products ...
she did not come to me,
and I have not seen her again,
Never... !
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