jueves, 22 de noviembre de 2012

First and Last II

As there were first tears
There will be last ones
                                    
Those ones sprang primitively
Wet and savory on the lips

Why will the last ones spring?


As there was a first laugh
There will be a last one

That one felt as tickles in the tummy
Soft and itchy like fresh mown grass

How will the last one feel?


As there was a first kiss
There will be a last one

That one tasted of spearmint and braces
Fresh and metalic like a winter morning

How will the last one taste?


As there was a first redemption
There will be a last one

That one felt honest and truthful
Sincere as baby's tears

How will the last one feel?


As there was a first goodbye
There will be a last one

That one was sad and melancholic
As a Sunday evening

How will the last one be?


Copyright Guillermo Mathé Leguizamón 2012