by Gabriel Lara
A tender old love
is an untouched and pure evening
it is an unwritten diary
where the letters are drawn beautifully,
with no guilt, of fears
One abandons oneself
to the surprise of the shapes
that take form in the ceiling,
or in the sheets.
It is a place to rest the soul
from the ocean of sorrow,
a place where your thoughts came out
unhurried while my fantasy imagines
the life that was not as we wanted it.