Hello! Letter to a call
who called? Did
a blur,
two strokes, a gray cloud
that is gray and black,
a noise nuisance and constant?
or ... called the apathy of a sustained sadness
not handle any pain?
who called? Esmeralda
Urrutia
Venezuela
Expected arrival and never call:
This letter is short, as short as desired and never heard ringing phone that rests on the table that holds .
is so short because of waiting, I took roots walking through the boundaries of my own labyrinth.
This Letter to the hope of consolation in time in the voice that is heard in the distance is as short as possible click closes all communication in the silence of space that separates us.
This letter does not make sense, as meaning not expect you to be different from what you insisted on being.
forgetting your existence, I bid you, with my pain and sorrow staring check again there are those who do not understand that "actions speak louder than words."
From you, I
.
who called? Did
a blur,
two strokes, a gray cloud
that is gray and black,
a noise nuisance and constant?
or ... called the apathy of a sustained sadness
not handle any pain?
who called? Esmeralda
Urrutia
Venezuela
Expected arrival and never call:
This letter is short, as short as desired and never heard ringing phone that rests on the table that holds .
is so short because of waiting, I took roots walking through the boundaries of my own labyrinth.
This Letter to the hope of consolation in time in the voice that is heard in the distance is as short as possible click closes all communication in the silence of space that separates us.
This letter does not make sense, as meaning not expect you to be different from what you insisted on being.
forgetting your existence, I bid you, with my pain and sorrow staring check again there are those who do not understand that "actions speak louder than words."
From you, I
.
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