When I look from the side
I confuse horizontals with the stopped
The railing becomes a staircase with bars
With bars that are born from a constant
When I look from the side
I see the cars climbing the sky
That has become a lake
When I look from the sides
I confuse horizontals with what is still
Tobacco smoke shoots up
And it shoots from the tip of the cigar
You start by turning your head 45 degrees
As if you were resting on one of your shoulders
Left or right according to your preferences
You can use this as a pillow
Lining down head on shoulder
You proceed to open your eyes
And you will be looking from the side

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