{"id":1916,"date":"2012-10-23T03:45:29","date_gmt":"2012-10-23T03:45:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1916"},"modified":"2012-10-23T03:46:09","modified_gmt":"2012-10-23T03:46:09","slug":"berriozabal-1012","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/berriozabal-1012\/","title":{"rendered":"Luis Cuauht\u00e9moc Berrioz\u00e1bal, 10\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>DARK SONG<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Yesterday, I call amnesia.<br \/>\nToday is more of the same.<br \/>\nMy heart is a hollow place.<br \/>\nIt belongs to a dead man.<br \/>\nMelancholy is the name<br \/>\nof my song. My eyes look<br \/>\nat the sun and turn a bright<br \/>\nyellow. I end up seeing a<br \/>\nriver of stars, which is just<br \/>\nan illusion. The sun wins.<br \/>\nMy hair turns an ancient<br \/>\ngray. I am full of it. I walk<br \/>\nlike the wounded. My<br \/>\npupils are drowned in sun-<br \/>\nlight. Delirium fills my mind<br \/>\nas a great void inhabits<br \/>\nmy thoughts. Twilight<br \/>\nburns just like the sun<br \/>\nand sings dark songs<br \/>\nthat annihilate the world.<br \/>\nThe seeds of sorrow dig<br \/>\ninto my dream and into<br \/>\nmy flesh. Everything has<br \/>\nto do with a woman who<br \/>\neats the wings of my dream.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>DARK SONG Yesterday, I call amnesia. Today is more of the same. My heart is a hollow place. It belongs to a dead man. Melancholy is the name of my song. My eyes look at the sun and turn a bright yellow. I end up seeing a river of stars, which is just an illusion. 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