danie
solo un pensamiento...
A murmur of uninhabitable light pervades
through the bar window
*
we drink coffee in a cloudy way
as if we were drinking out our own gaze
but only in the memory
*
we said goodbye
in an incessant dialogue of words
attached to the root of silence
*
today is one of those days
in which the city speaks to us
but we only hear what gets lost…
through the bar window
*
we drink coffee in a cloudy way
as if we were drinking out our own gaze
but only in the memory
*
we said goodbye
in an incessant dialogue of words
attached to the root of silence
*
today is one of those days
in which the city speaks to us
but we only hear what gets lost…
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