After the sun of the afternoon
and before the sunset
we would speed up
in our steps,
towards the night
of our loneliness.
Leaving the sign of our sadness
that the daytime marked
on our forehead
a sign of our youth,
which was short.
The youth was not permanent
but the grief remains
in our souls.
However my illusions
made the world
much more tempting
to survive every-day!
Quicker to the night
where the joy of the dances
where the effects of the day
would not be seen.
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