The waiting for a taxi,
torn embrace the certainty goodbye.
A touch on the lips, soft, warm, nostalgic-flavored
farewell.
One minute we wanted eternal
and lasted only a second.
The green light was approaching and I raised my hand.
whispered a few words in my ear, grieving, fearful:
"the taxi takes you away from me ..."
I knew he was telling the truth and I felt nothing.
However, to my regret, the remembrance of that last kiss
stay between my lips and I forgot all others ...
The tenderness I keep because I had always wanted, and although
want you to know the outline and
stump in all the poems I write with a smile and a tear ...
( From the book: Crossing the threshold )
Radio
I apologize for my voice, because it was quite "griposa."
calls were responded to our friends and Juanjo Laura . José Luis read a poem by Guillermo Escribano and I read poems Darilea of Matias Peralta of Pepa Caro, Ignacio Rabago and Javier Muniz.
Greetings to all from here, folks.
leave on this new record program because it seems that something is wrong with the podcast, until it is fixed.