Next to a yellowed plane tree
I swore love for eternity to you
You awakened in me a pre-Adamic innocence and an immobility
But man is not tungsten stone
And it often changes ownership 
It always kills treacherously with the poison of envy and infidelity 
And the days cancel each other out
And the heat it quickly joins the cold
With greyhound moves my pain also changes its color
I saw a flash illuminate scenes of the future
The years divide me into scattered parts
The number you know leaves traces

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