October -4-

Losing the map
of your re-encounter
and get lost
in wasted
substitutions.

Emotional
Constructions,
far away,
orphans of
all reconnaissance.

Loneliness plays
the role of mist,
who silences everything,
who hidden everything.

The lack of alternatives
forces me to
be an exiled God.

I can only erect
an ill foundation
of an impossible future
through the faint memories
of your love.

Ocasionally
your words come to me
And that light
Is
Enough.