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WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES


At the end of the night,
at the end of life, lights,
lights in one's twilight.

Moving the waves,
transcending to the light,
leaving the body, flying.
in the night that transforms.

Long days,
in the tear,
in the smiles,
history of life,
sailing in blood.

Days that elapse,
nights of life,
walking.

Walking to the end,
that life that leads,
everything leads to the end,
days that pass us by.

Sad stories,
happy days,
everything went away,
and the story,
amounted to nothing,
stories of the end.

Stories of love,
that complicated love,
that amounted to nothing,
like everything in me.

History that fades,
walking to the end,
in the night of days.

Walking to the end, to the Light,
in my loops, in my nights,
between tears, between stars,
I was never brilliant, and my light goes out.

Stories of life that was a failure.

Stories of the nights in the rain,
that rain that spills within oneselfβ€”
Stories of the days that end in nights,
while I wait, I wait for the light beyond the path,
while everything turns into an unfortunate story.

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WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES
WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES


At the end of the night,
at the end of life, lights,
lights in one's twilight.

Moving the waves,
transcending to the light,
leaving the body, flying.
in the night that transforms.

Long days,
in the tear,
in the smiles,
history of life,
sailing in blood.

Days that elapse,
nights of life,
walking.

Walking to the end,
that life that leads,
everything leads to the end,
days that pass us by.

Sad stories,
happy days,
everything went away,
and the story,
amounted to nothing,
stories of the end.

Stories of love,
that complicated love,
that amounted to nothing,
like everything in me.

History that fades,
walking to the end,
in the night of days.

Walking to the end, to the Light,
in my loops, in my nights,
between tears, between stars,
I was never brilliant, and my light goes out.

Stories of life that was a failure.

Stories of the nights in the rain,
that rain that spills within oneselfβ€”
Stories of the days that end in nights,
while I wait, I wait for the light beyond the path,
while everything turns into an unfortunate story.

Walking to the end, to the Light,
in my loops, in my nights,
between tears, between stars,
I was never brilliant, and my light goes out.

Stories of life that was a failure.

Stories of the nights in the rain,
that rain that spills within oneselfβ€”
Stories of the days that end in nights,
while I wait, I wait for the light beyond the path,
while everything turns into an unfortunate story.

WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES
WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES


At the end of the night,
at the end of life, lights,
lights in one's twilight.

Moving the waves,
transcending to the light,
leaving the body, flying.
in the night that transforms.

Long days,
in the tear,
in the smiles,
history of life,
sailing in blood.

Days that elapse,
nights of life,
walking.

Walking to the end,
that life that leads,
everything leads to the end,
days that pass us by.

Sad stories,
happy days,
everything went away,
and the story,
amounted to nothing,
stories of the end.
Carlos Alberto
Written by
Carlos Alberto  60/M/MADRID (SPAIN)
(60/M/MADRID (SPAIN))   
27
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