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There are things that are difficult to talk about; like the rust that devours what is available to it from my heart. Like my hand that I extend to the image of your sleeping face in my memory, but it ignores me. Like my voice that turns off when you say to him: You are dead, like the darkness that rests in my eyes. It's like an empty closet that closes its door and goes to sleep. Like a language that hides its metaphor from me as if I were death. Like poems that slowly disintegrate under the weight of distance and wisdom. Like a loneliness that shares half of my bed with me at night and turns its back - fidgeting - on me in the morning. Like my room that is overflowing with chaos. Like your eye that hides inside it a tribe of amazement. Like nothingness that devours our lives only because its hunger is greater than our desire to live.