Hope good things, of course it
on stony streets that crowd
omens across from bridges
amniotic stages but I still compete
and inconvenience
like to wake up. That morning the sun
nice, little else.
Aside from a night
all passed with a dense bolus in the throat: that it is legitimate, of course.
How
this state of things which I have mixed
the tone matt
of the few moments
I knew retain
and I moved
thousand times the fire of whether the speech
getting
the same picture ... maybe a little rough.
-
you are, you see that she is tired, but he speaks
on the steps and what size es' affects
is the image half-open mouths of
and large items to dewy night.
But everything ends
to slam on the usual rock and feel
net watershed of oil
that I knew it would be finished
soaking
like clothes in a basin discolor
fantasies such as pillows and baste
when it's late
too late now.
This will understand
and answer me
patching the random vibration
echo in my mind with words
in a low voice channel without my mouth.
this will also be a ridiculous dawn
that fade into the light
and sleep a little, finally.
