Yes, I confess: I have killed.
To hide
my crime I got rid of your remains. Under the almond
rest your tears and sonnets
and well with
moonlight threw kisses and caresses. He lit
jasmine
that you wore in my hair now
scent trails and paths
my garden.
Yes, I confess: I have killed
and your memories, buried.
I loved you and that is enough:
buried was your love
because I did not want my resentment
almond blossom rot.
today is almost a miracle that
can not remember what color your eyes were
or your way of kissing. Raiten
Alcalá de Henares, November 1 , 2007
To hide
my crime I got rid of your remains. Under the almond
rest your tears and sonnets
and well with
moonlight threw kisses and caresses. He lit
jasmine
that you wore in my hair now
scent trails and paths
my garden.
Yes, I confess: I have killed
and your memories, buried.
I loved you and that is enough:
buried was your love
because I did not want my resentment
almond blossom rot.
today is almost a miracle that
can not remember what color your eyes were
or your way of kissing. Raiten
Alcalá de Henares, November 1 , 2007
The flower is a special gift from Claudia de Angelis
The realities of daily life views with humor, do not cease to be true but they are nicer. Society is full of unsung heroes, to them I dedicate my attention. Poetry have here a small space. 
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