TIME
They say that time heals everything.
No,
Time is evil, it makes us swallow dry, prolongs the
emptiness, brings the shadows of forgetfulness not forgotten.
Cruel and intense, does not stagnate the bleeding,
places pictures on the memory walls we do not want to see.
It brings bitter sips of wine that feed the smoke
of the soul.
It hurts with smiles in their bared mouths, sitting
looking at nothing.
Time swims, nothing modifies, time, merciless judge
of dull shadows in farces of happiness.
With wrinkled hands, human ashes, looking for the
blue of days gone by.
Lies counted, pretenses we tried to show.
Hidden in the drawers below the courage, time swims
nothing.
