PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I feel like abandoning,

At this cursed hour, the mind is freed,

Lingering slowly through the seconds,

As if wanting to prolong each moment.

I wish the universe

Would extend the timer of the moment,

So that I might, with sadness and pain,

Enjoy the extension, the love.

And, as eternally dissatisfied,

Remain with the longing for my worst condition,

But genuine, real, without masks,

Where each scar tells a story,

And each tear is a reflection of the soul,

That, even wounded, still shines in the darkness.

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