Seven
streets of your home will take the night bus and between chaos and tedious
night I'll go with the proletariat.
go about bridges and streams, ridges and bars
roadside.
the highway
sad, phones for emergencies.
Vislumbraré constellations and when I give up the dream, I know that
distance is little more than a poor landscape
that only you inhabit.
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