Perhaps this year leaves us

is only a reflection ….

playful Mirage

of illusions late.

A mysterious time

with too many apologies.

Perhaps it was just

light passing through the night closed,

hearts blind.

Perhaps the words denostadas

were never suficiente…

So my wish,

is that the light that are brimming with

the blind hearts,

do not become nights forgotten.

Full of apologies.

Merry Christmas and happy new year to all a big hug