The sound of your footsteps
Quivers under the veins, hear spines
In the blood, as well as the wind that takes your hair …. over the rest of the world and stories,
On each person made invisible to him,
I’ll wait.
I’ll wait in the lines of some clouds shaped
In the pressure of the earth and not gravity, concluded in time and poems forgotten.
But here I lost, the death of the infected stability is to observe your eyes and see me.
Disappear – And you with me, shall we?

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