Delgadillo Fernando
Deviations from the Informal Song
Reflections at the Table
The kitchen table
He has time that doesn't stop
To support his forearms
O elbows and faces
And he sits in the morning
At lunch with a sun
That warms two legs
And he forgets the other two
The table from the kitchen
It has a plate with guavas
A telephone, a keychain
And the daily hopes
It has time to clean it
But it always stays the same
Like a piece of furniture that life has treated a little badly family nights
And he laughs, and looks back a little
And a child appears in my face
Like in everyone else's
The kitchen table
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Center where it is combined
What is and what is gone
What is coming, the future
I came to ask you
And the kitchen table
He didn't want to answer