Saturday, December 10, 2016

You happen in time

You happen in time

you cross, you leave,
you rub the surface of death
and distracted continue
to where I do not know if you continue.

It's you who crosses time as if death were a curtain,
the one who uncovers the mirror as if it were a coca cola can.
You drink and throw the empty can on the asphalt.

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