I could walk you home
as if you were
a little boy,
lost in the dark.
At your door
I would let go of your hand
slowly
-my heart crumbling-
Once you’d get inside
so warm and calm
you would never let me in,
you would let me freeze to death.
(Pino Montalvo)
lunes, 23 de noviembre de 2009
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