And it will be as you see
you will grow again
you will live when it rains
you will cry without fear.
A leather pen
a cement paper
they paint life something purple
on my street disappointment.
A book that no longer breathes
a ball that has already forgotten its shape
a radio that amplifies its obsolescence
and I am here expiring despite living.
I want to fly without taking off
get there, to his eyes and his neck
polish the brilliance of his armor
achieve the feeling of not being able to anymore.
And it will be as you see
you will grow again
you will live when it rains
you will cry without fear.
Black gold will be the cause
that nothing shines and the exchange of it is valid
she is like that, I don't want to see her
she wants to shine and I won't let her.
I realize that searching
I am late for the imminent conjunction
alone will come with the third element
while I continue waiting with a friend,
a cane.

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