OUT OF THE BLUES

I know from where it comes!...

Regrets that blew up the limbs...

Grenades exploding over fields of delicate wild flowers...

I didn't count the hours.

I didn't hear the running days.

I just kept going...

But now I remember:

The icy roads crossed my chest

and crushed my voice in the middle of a midnight.

A midnight chess game where the queen defied the king,

ceased the dance before its beginning

and muted the songs and the source of singing.

Time's cold wind returns playing chords of the blues

And so, I remember:

Having to abandon the tower and put down the horses

in order to keep on breathing.

...

DV.

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