I come and stay
I go back and return.
Standing in these waters
Which I saw as a child.
Watching, I do not know
It will be such a shame
So much mouth of feathers
In these passing men
Obliged for the little ray of hope
Continuation of so much suffering.
Brandy they drink
Tobacco smokers
Stories out of lagoon reeds
In the stiffness of your fingers
A slippery boundary ...
Looking at us so they wont look at us.
And we come and go right to the madness.
And I'm not realizing I'm dead.
Rest of blood in the footprint
Of a conuco with promises.
Footprint to overcome death;
Voices of those who die on the road with the same sorrow.
Covered by mist and leaves of ocumo is the cross of joseote crushing the stones stuck in the ravine
Testimony of the despair and infarcts of the badly eaters.
Inaccurate white downpour
This afternoon the windows are defeating me.
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