saw the gray sky black birds fly free
, defying the wind.
dry leaves that rise,
and fall to winter in dark-stars
without direction or meetings.
saw separate paths open as meat wrapped by a non-coagulated blood cuchillomás.
loose saw stars dancing to your shady winds
When then I wanted to elevate also:
in that your eternal heaven
-to see if I can find fishes
or a comet to me in the face-
and tried many things :
put feathers in my dreams and end
falling off my bed ...
to jump as high
and finished bumping my own shadow
(who was on a wall)
to make all my support and complete balance
falling from a building ...
understood then not have wings,
that the power of bird flight are more black
seanque
that are chill
stones for more than a thousand desaster offer ...
simply I have a life ...
and a heart that pumps blood,
at all times,
the cord of my clock strikes.
-not knowing how to do ...-
reverse walk but feel that ...
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