Fernando Delgadillo
Miscellaneous
Things and Words
One day I counted before my
fingers
apart from a call
to some memory and so much
desire to look inside myself but when I came face to face with the voice that I know I was tied to little more than many other guys like me.
It made me think that there was
only one who was waiting for
my steps, sitting in front of a
window, I almost reached the point of
remorse for finding myself
so light and not counting between
my fingers what you give
the bad thing about everything is that
I already know how you give it.
Like I miss you, love
what am I going to do without you
what am I going to do when
the rain makes me scream
when I stop getting tired
the routine of tracing you here in
my body as exposed
as I feel.
Morning and early morning
without your hair up to me
pillow is cold and I don't know
say my skin does not regret
more on me because You can't
make me feel more pain
and I'm sorry yes sir.
I had a gray mood whistling
at the wind in the window
a tipi-teepee that I wanted to chat
raining two weeks of
getting tired of a life for
ahead and your memory, as
I remember.
How I love her I repeated
the reason is now stronger
than the feeling and in short
they are just things and words
to find myself with what today
I'm just a guy who no longer
dreams of being your dream.

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