There was,
arrested in the vast solitude of a few seconds,
labia morning immersed in it and ate
silent but watching the fall
water in the street feeling
passing seconds
and closing his eyes to the destination.
There was,
and thought of love,
different sensations that are amortized over their temples
wallowing in pools of water at his feet,
in people thronged both sides of
body and said nothing, he devoured his universe
that different universe within himself
vibrations broken only by distant shouts
nailed by the memory somewhere in your ear
or your soul or whatnot, the heart.
And there it was,
standing in the shadow of the cornice
with heart and eyes fixed on the water
and beyond, waiting for him, his accent
daily
their daily chores,
work
outside their universe, the imagination of his soul with resignation
to be outside in these days when the sky is falling.
He said nothing to anyone
just took a step and then another and another.
The water is not falling down, falling
in front next to the car ...
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