ROMANCE DOGS
At that time I was twenty
and was mad.
country had lost but had won a dream.
And if I had that dream
rest did not matter.
not work or study or pray in the morning with dogs
romantic.
And the dream lived on the space of my mind.
A wooden room, darkened
,
in one lung of the tropics.
And sometimes I turn into me
and visited the dream thoughts statue immortalized
in liquid, a white worm wriggling
in love.
A runaway love.
A dream within a dream.
And the nightmare I said, grow.
will leave behind the images of pain and labyrinth
and forget.
grow But at that time had been a crime.
I'm here, I said, dogs romantic
And here I'll stay.
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