arrived and took me in solitary
as always on Mondays,
saw you and you smiled,
though I answered,
got your stairs and saw the library,
this space right side, I love
...
where my beloved books Bryce.
Maybe I like you more because you are old
and so am I hahaha
smell your essence, your old
your old wood, corroded by the years
nice to see your side and your ugly side
see your face to the public and cover.
View as you are filled with laughter
from Tuesday to Sunday
as between corridor and hallway listening
friendship.
miss
navigate your rooms especially the ten
where Alfredo Bryce
greeted me with a beautiful smile
while I had mentally
was about to finish another of his books
I had devoured its pages
only to continue with the next book from my library
Bryceana.
miss the deep eyes looking
my precious boy
where the purity of his soul
showed
shamelessly and with the absolute gall.
looked your columns last
got your stairs, I saw
shed a few tears
for you, for my
and all those who knew
inside you my dear "House of Dreams"
the house of my dreams
not know how much I miss you.
0 comments:
Post a Comment