Only the cracks in the street
They draw life in the afternoon
And they appear remembering
The thousand figures that passed by
There you go running and you are impure
You leave life in another side
And you appear remembering
The thousand figures that passed by
Night will fall and before it falls...
This silence is so inert
It brings smells of other years
The old cat fell silent
They were the last roofs...
The afternoon is the soul of windows
"The cracks never give revenge"
And in This duel wins time
And my yawn is a tear.
The night will fall and before it falls...
And thus ends a vague sensation
That lightning bolt was the disguise of the day
A knot of hallucination, the blinds and their murmur
His silhouette vanished.
And so it ends, the window fell silent
That world was lost and now they are pieces
Place of ruins, I leave all this but I feel like I'm starting again.

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