Little bits of you (The same notthing)

It´s raining on Santiago,
once again,
a tour of your images:
The blond hair over the bed,
a rough voice in my ears,
you and only you!!!
my lovely/ lonely girl.
¿Is it a dream?
¿Is this real?

"Tell me the truth
writing poems
telling me lies"
you said.

The truth is incredible,
is a empty scenary,

i wrote in the wall.

Allen Thomas