While waiting the arrival of winter the stories cease to be attractive
the same steps
the same paths the same spines
never tire wounding
shoes my hallucinations.
While waiting the arrival of winter
introducing one to one doubts
more wrong does not the shifting of the wind caught your skin into the fire?
it be that the sighing of the branches,
caused the last step of our ballad?.
While I hope the winter
enter rehabilitation areas less prone to delirium
the same as admired for its lack of resistance
so here I am accompanied by texts
writing a song to your senses
While winter does not deign to appear.
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