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I do not know which is more threadbare,

if the faith that I attend,

or greenish gray jacket

I wore

floods in a hundred thousand.

but I will leave the road,

shaved by the razor

has been avenged

on my face

nauseum.

not know what hurts more,

if the time wood,

or the hip bone

that grumbles in the rain.

But I will leave the way

and pierced like a tree,

has not yet launched Caucamán,

but the last time,

for a moment have I seen,

a way

has more than an end. ****

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and clear precision

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to

my life seems a bit

my dreams.

My dreams without doors,

where all paths are short.

My dreams where you're always,

where nothing is forced,

and everything happens

every moment, gushing, pouring

, just happening.

With yesterday morning and a

at the same time.

as My dreams,

as unforgettable party costume,

island, planet, place,

without time accordingly. All

desired, imagined.

No wolf lurking in a corner,

or administrator assigned

controlling vertigo.

I, the ship, I elviajero,

owner and employee.

And you

taking me to your dream,

and me, finding yourself, day and night

night and day.

My life seems a little more. ****