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the sidewalk of the back door

If it wasn't because I placed
the way of your wait
I would have disconnected;
convicted
to look at you from outside
and let the sun touch you.
And if it were
my life a ladder
I have spent it whole
looking for the next step,
convinced
that you are on the roof
Waiting to see if I arrive.
And set aside the sidewalk of the back door
where I saw you go
like a watering can that the grass sprouts again
And now it's all field now.
His soldiers
they are wooden flowers
and my army doesn't have
flag, it's just a heart
convicted
to live among weeds
Sowing cotton flowers.
If you wait for me
treacherous death
and before I share
at all, I see myself in a drawer,
to bury me
with the picha on the outside
To eat a mouse.
And people die on my television all the time;
I want to hear some song
Do not talk about bullshit and say that there is no love left over
and that begins in yes and not in no.
And set aside the sidewalk of the back door
where I saw you go
like a watering can that the grass sprouts again
And now it's all field now.
You say that sometimes you don't understand what my voice says.
-How do you want it to be inside your belly button? -
if a flower escapes between my fingers
and she alone marks the way.
You say sometimes you don't understand what my voice says
How do you want me to know what I say?
if a flower escapes between my fingers
and I let her show me the way

Roberto Iniesta
Extreme



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