Contributor: Dario A Jimenez

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Cold morning dripping
on my hand to write
an unknown history of
forgotten passions,
worn out kisses,
and nights lost
on absurd mental questions and
answers.
In trips to nowhere.

Cold morning to write about those
repeated days of loneliness
walking the same roads
ending in the same cliff.

Cold morning
To wordy paint the anguish of
one eye into the past
and the other one
anxiously looking at the stars
for future promises of
warm skin-oceans and
sweet silences shared.


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Dario Jimenez grew up in South America, and his poetic roots are somehow tied to the literary traditions of South America. A mixed combination of elements feed his poetic expression as he is a Sociology graduate with vast experience in Computer Information Systems.