SILVIO RODRIGUEZ
Miscellaneous
Where do they go
Where do the words that did not stay go?
Where do the looks that one day left go? of a gale
Or they huddle, between the slits, looking for warmth
Perhaps they roll over the glass, like raindrops that want to pass
Perhaps they never become something again, perhaps they go away
And where are they going? where are they going
What will my old shoes become
Where did so many leaves from a tree go
Where are the anguishes, that jumped from your eyes for me
Where did my words dirty with blood from April go
Where do these bodies go right now, that I can never stop illuminating
Maybe they never become something again, maybe they go away
And where do they go, where do they go
Where goes the common, the everyday
Removing shoes at the door, the helping hand
Where goes the surprise, almost daily sunset
Where does the tablecloth go, yesterday's coffee
Where do the small terrible charms that the home has
Maybe they never become something again, maybe they go away < br/>And where are they going, where are they going

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