Our people
The empty stomach
Those with sunken eyes
for a night in suspense
Those who start
walk the streets
from very early
Those who walk now
our same street
with dry throat
Those who want
go further
where everything is
beyond the horizon
Desperate
in the moaning of the body.
They open their hearts
and they keep running
doing the distance
cold and dark.
Just waiting for help
to start again.

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