Convulse my inner self

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Convulse my inner self
discovering you in each letter
because you live
in every sentence turned into prose
thanks to the latent memory
of the generous impetus of your Being.
It is something inadmissible to restore
what the passage of time has cracked
and I understand it with sincere reason,
but in each poem there is
that sip of life that remained imprinted
in the warmth of those kisses.
Inspiration convulses
when the eternal goodbye rages outside
without being able to understand
that lapse called past
where without knowing each other we knew each other
and we laughed without knowing why.
It is something called chance
and that naked of demands
we realized
that chance was cause and effect
therefore I discover you hidden
in every poem written in my eternal solitude...