Ulpiano
Obrero de la Poesía
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I have owned oblivion,
I have enjoyed oblivion.
It has been mine
the flower always perennial
because of its amnesia
it forgot to wither,
It was mine that river
that could not return
to its riverbed
because it forgot
that it walked with feet of water.
It has been mine that sky,
by losing its memory
it kept only the musty color of remoteness
of our dear desires.
They have been mine...
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I love forgetfulness
that brings peace to the senses,
as if by forgetting
there were no ingratitude,
indifference, dishonesty, wars...
But does forgetfulness exist
if when I want to forget you
I forget it so many times?
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Does oblivion exist?
I have owned oblivion,
I have enjoyed oblivion.
It has been mine
the flower always perennial
because of its amnesia
it forgot to wither,
It was mine that river
that could not return
to its riverbed
because it forgot
that it walked with feet of water.
It has been mine that sky,
by losing its memory
it kept only the musty color of remoteness
of our dear desires.
They have been mine...
………………………………………………… ..
………………………………………………… ..
I love forgetfulness
that brings peace to the senses,
as if by forgetting
there were no ingratitude,
indifference, dishonesty, wars...
But does forgetfulness exist
if when I want to forget you
I forget it so many times?
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