THE ETERNAL LOVE
Your dead body by gentleness kissing,
I move away then fly mourners,
The usual and customary honors,
The grave that awaits you is cold and hard.
After so many years of searching,
The hopes made stupid flag,
The time slipping, vain light,
The love? I cannot believe there is healing.
I embrace the inert body softly,
Well the truth before to me awake
I dream of moments I did not have.
From here a few days ago, nothing is left
Except the rottenness crude and sinister,
The dead, anyway is still alive ...
LOURES
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