domingo, mayo 02, 2010

The Black Rose

I give you a black rose,
smell the evening taking it
in your hands,
not defokiate,´
store it in your chest
and i will be by your side
until dawn.
Involved in the aroma
of my hands
open your lips to entertain
the remoteness.
I give you my goodbye
you give me your farewell.
In the end,
you are the black rose
and I
who never knew you.


Juan Espinoza Cuadra
México
Mayo de MMX