WINNER OR LOSER-WE WILL NEVER
BY CARLOS MIJARES POYER (c)copyright2008, february 23. Caracas, Venezuela. 11:26 p.m (the year of the rat).
THAT YOUNG MAN
He spoke beyond his possibilities
entertaining the aloof and evil imps
He rose like a tall flower
and said nothing
nor was erased by time and space
as is usual
His lady lovers talked of him
made no clearance of biography
or much less a type of passion
his family disclaimed like others
professed to ignore quite subtlely
his intimate desires
he passed through the stars
like burnt Sun
whose wind, solar, had closed its eyes
like a child dies much to soon
for the regret of many
who never saw the flame in his eyes
BY CARLOS MIJARES POYER (c)copyright2008, february 23. Caracas, Venezuela. 11:26 p.m (the year of the rat).
THAT YOUNG MAN
He spoke beyond his possibilities
entertaining the aloof and evil imps
He rose like a tall flower
and said nothing
nor was erased by time and space
as is usual
His lady lovers talked of him
made no clearance of biography
or much less a type of passion
his family disclaimed like others
professed to ignore quite subtlely
his intimate desires
he passed through the stars
like burnt Sun
whose wind, solar, had closed its eyes
like a child dies much to soon
for the regret of many
who never saw the flame in his eyes
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