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| Twenty-four hours |
Why
time insists on taking a little me?
I do not leave my
signs drawn in the air as if they were
tufts of lint or hay pinned to the ground.
Challenging days, overwhelmed
stubborn, I hear the rumble
sea \u200b\u200b
not hear the clock to a range
between the hours and minutes.
is useless to see the sun rise,
if I am a rod that marks
seconds, with expertise that meets
yet saved,
a last ray of light that is disguised
against the passage of days.
I'm incorrigible
pendulum that moves with time
one hand it stimulates
a cyclical rhythm, a rhythm
wrong lasting less than a sigh emitted into the air.
I'm fighting against rejoj
of twenty-four hours, imagining
a great crusade to divert the sound senile
this appliance burning
continues its way to the infallible
night arrival .
© Copyright - Maria del Mar 2011
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