END OF THE AVENUE
The crowded bars,
They reflect demanding,
Your look...
On the street in long strides,
You walk for nothing,
Walking ...
In sleeplessness lost in sleep,
From black abandonment,
That does not seduce.
See you beyond the avenue,
Alone and forgotten,
With your light.
At the end of the distant avenue,
A flickering light,
And you're leaving.
Taking the moment with you,
But from my thinking,
Your image does not come out.
* J.L.BORGES
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