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“Things that die never rise again,
things that die never come back”.
-Alfonsina Storni
You said goodbye
What silence, what lack of air!
Between us the pain, the lipless kisses, words – poems.
In you, there was little more than a desire
And the taste of anger.
In me, the memories moldy cocoons, between dire shadows …
The incommunicable pain, that you will never know …
Outside the raging wind.
The broken life, the soul in pieces, the hours that were,
Withered hope, infinite longing,
the inert days.
Path that leads to nowhere.
Secret love that will not return.
The minefields, stretching distances.
The mind waiting for signs, experiencing torture.
You said goodbye, while I
Detaching myself from myself
Unraveling in silence
Spilling me in water and salt,
with the eyes in pieces.
With shortness of breath.
… I also said goodbye to you.
– Márcia Batista Ramos
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