My window is my world, and everything that happens inside, interests me only, even when the open curtains give way … to people’s prying eyes.
Curious and jealous stares
Moralistic whispers
Upon perception they judge
But not what I treasure in my arms
Because the windows lie
They present a different truth
If they could see what inside
I see with so much feeling!
Though I close the curtains
And turning off the lights
Judging disappears at all
And we return to our moon and moods
Leaving out what hinders
Outside of the curtain, the world
And inside, we fathom
That love has not taken sin…
Having left the outsiders with the curtains closed…
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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