I see the earth below
before me
the towel on the rocks sea
the metal bar
the sound of seagulls
mingles with the smell that rises from the whiskers
between the bricks are long days
only the sun the wind the salt
to accept my days
only a sense of remembrance
gunpowder
and then a slow drift towards another go
other whiskers other places other seas
I see the ocean the day walking the bridge never
long enough to satisfy the concerns
think the threads to the fabrics to the colors
think the guns
the bread crumbs on the floor
every ant I see a steal
a bang and then everything is gone
mustache were even there
and also there was a widow
not the first not the last
it is only a minute and everything changes
speeches anger
a gate that closes a gate and now
too far to be able to reopen
it was just a shot
but at that moment it seemed the hand of God
have said so many things
words are so many beautiful and often empty round
the body was on the ground and it was not my
mustache were white
blood was the same as other times
but there are those who swear it was blue
and then the smell of dust and sweat closed sea \u200b\u200b
a towel to a bar and under
I hung
and I am so strange to see me with the sea behind
and an ocean that I can no longer cross
(2009)
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