.
In the mornings and afternoons, thinking of you and your truths;
at night and insomnia unhappy
talking about you, talking about you.
in my home and my family,
my friends and my life ...
my wishes and my failures,
you knew them all.
and the uncertain future that haunts
grieves my heart, I always felt
more
account but did not speak, and put it in a suitcase.
I love you,
But I never ... only the I thought ....
Jorge A. Gauna
GaunArte
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