Love begins

Love begins

Love begins when they break fingers
and turn the costume flaps,
When no longer lack but not enough
old age look
When the Tower of memories, high or low,
it bends to the blood.

Love begins when God finishes
and when the man falls,
While things, too eternal,
they begin to spend
and signs, mouths and signs,
they bite each other anywhere.

Love begins
When the light cracking as a disguised dead
on the hopeless solitude.

Because love is just that:
the way to the top
stubbornly hidden
behind the late.

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