There are days that I have
lucky and see the rain falling in full sun on the roofs
exploit drops heating, washing
and a dove wings.
This
lucky day I hear the clouds together and back on
-life silver hit a beautiful
suffering without realizing that I start to smile
This
feel lucky day wallowing a tear in my
-cheek pretend, I lie, I say, is the rain-
crestfallen way between the alleys become lonely.
lucky day in this lightning
music sound like the few people seem to smile and my lips
looks a salty taste.
There are days that I have
luck and feel I have the strength to die ...
to throw the rail train, sleeping
up a barricade
or falling in some terrace.
But my luck ends and the sun rises.
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