El tureno

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El porvenir

Entonces

La precipitacion

y

Boom!

El aguacero

 A dream

I dreamt

Or so it seemed

The dream

Bequeath

Reality

 In the twilight

There is darkness

And confusion

For it's not

Night nor day

Like life itself

In an illusion

Sort of way

 Never wish to be

Someone you're not

Because

If it comes true

You may lose

The real you

You thought

You weren't

 I cling

To visions

In a

Sultry light

Which marks

No division

Between day

Or night

And absent

As a thought

Demised

I wait

With sleep

Before

My eyes