Maybe I'll be prosecuted for breach of copyright, although I think he would have laughed taste ...
Sometimes I feel like I read minds (and the present subjunctive is not a mistake) so I'm missing men.
Dedicated to those who know - I do not know - I.
probably
you are no longer who you were
and rightly so be it.
properly scoured the sand paper
us and each line gets thinner.
Yet something was written
on the sheets of our lives.
is exaggerating it against that standard,
hieroglyphic form a larger tiara
you dazzled.
no longer appeared from the door
months a year or seabed algae,
divers muddy rapids
to make sense of anything. Come down
on the stairs of the temples of Mercury automatic
between corpses mask
you the only living
and you do not ask
if he was cheating, was chosen, was communication
and which of us was the center
which pulls the bow from the booth.
Do not ask me either. I am the one
that has seen a moment and that is enough
to walkers lined up as now
happens to us if we are still alive
or believe it was a hoax. This sled.
(Eugenio Montale, Vivid II)
Songwriter 
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