Collection_Denouement: Ballad of late love

‘Love that comes late, bring me at least peace: Love of late afternoon, why strayed why stray on your way to my solitude?

Love that you have sought me without seeking you, I don't know what's worth more: the word you are going to say to me or the one I don't say anymore...

Love... Don't you feel cold? I am the moon: I have the white death and the truth far away... -Don't give me your fresh roses; I am grave for roses. Give me the sea...

Love you're late, you didn't see me yesterday when I was singing in the wheat field... Love of my silence and my tiredness.., don't make me cry today.’

-Dulce Ma. Loynaz.