The memory of the wreckage enters
Like a shadow
A third party rises in their lives
That they do not name
But that hinders and puts ice
In that story
In that story
br/>They both thought it was a game
Actually
After almost thirty winters the end
Who put in more
They both blame each other
Who put in more
Let the balance tip
Who put more
Heat, tenderness, understanding
Who gave more love
Continue putting two cutlery on the table
And two beers
There is no night that is not a
Sleep awake
And the two memories are a great
Puzzle
They are thirty autumns against the pointing finger
Alone and the people around
Who put more

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