dark shadow stalks me and I cannot breathe.
Soft peaceful heaven shines me and I live
smoothe touch I perceive and you are there.
Souless days turned to gray,
my breathe weakened from my own grave,
my heart shut when you left,
and my blood ran to the very end.
I live again now you are here,
you break the unreal when you appear
I hold my breathe there stunned
But you come to me and hold me very tight.
Narrativa Argentina 2012
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