The Path.

Sleep the night in the sleeplessness of my thoughts.
The silence of the distant words of the one I love most torments me.
I hurry until the day arrives
in case there is a call, a close gesture that calms so much despair.

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I no longer know how to deal with the terrain,
the square became big
and I only know that to go around where you have to walk straight.

In the end I return to where always,
to doubt what was done well or badly
believing myself guilty of a crime
that only for someone he walks and lives loose.

Maybe I was never a workhorse
staying on a pack mule
who never knows who owns it.