Every time the sun rises, night comes for the old man......
Without a shield or lantern, he traces the routine with his old man...
The truck burns the neighborhoods and his back receives the punishment...
The shadow awaits him there is another block... ...
He thinks...
The rearview mirror that shows and hides the path...
That has already been lost...
It is only part... ...
Of a glass poor animals that always return to the same little tree...
Back to the house at 6:00 the woman went to make the muffs...
He sells clothes the neighborhoods are burning and his back receives the punishment...
The shadow awaits him there is another block. .. ...
He thinks...
Then he goes out into the street naked with his coats...
Golden without fear bitching at the dogs...
From above ...

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