Langour.

Overturn insomnia

the rest, I will measure

elapsed damage,

encegueceré to dark

of these, minimizaré

the burdens stunned.

Light Encandilaré

of my words that

attract resonances

like the sweetness

embraced the past

when you were, when

were children.

Rinsing the dirt

shed in the years

no longer favored than

tightened the words

Leaving a languid empty

that time has not healed

and that everything can be

a great forgetting.