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Tired of counting butterflies hitting the glass in the neutral light of the afternoon I remembered you I managed to find inside the closet a sweater grey
that wasn't wrong
with my mood and I went out
I found the mailbox
in which your name in Chinese ink
promised that
The party was on the ninth D.
Without calculating
nor measuring
what I wanted to say
shot that you have stuck in me
a ring in my nose
without calculating
such that this way
as soon as I see you
open
shot that you have stuck in me
a ring in my nose
then it could be
that if I think again with them
as I usually do
when I fall in love
I will invent
a thousand ways to
reach the moon with your hand
promise me that we will not leave ourselves
this time
without calculating
nor measuring
what I wanted to say
shot that you have stuck in me
a ring in my nose
without calculating
such that this way
as soon as I see you
open
shot that you have stuck in me
a ring in my nose...