Here, amidst the vast solitude

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Here, amidst the vast solitude that dwells,
a silent cry whispers poetry in my ear.
One after another
the lonely moments accumulate,
pointing me to an inner landscape, so similar to you.
In the present, I recreate you,
another part of me,
tied to your house of cards,
while you watch through the window.
These solitudes,
carry with them your name and surname,
they tear joy away with a single stroke,
on a road paved with obstacles,
a procession of my being that moves forward.