I see the landscapes of spring
flashing behind glass
next to me a girl
who has the night tattooed.
I wanted to go back
to dream in the old house,
As if the bitter days
went unnoticed.
As if i could think
at the farewell
as something recurring
and not as forced foot
into oblivion.
But I have to do
same this girl,
bloom early
and let the night
delve into me.
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