I called your mouth, apple
Naked fire, delicious landscape
How come?
You want me to not like you?
With these oaks, trees,
With these nights, snows
And silence
How come?
With two birds
And a couple of
Lemon leaves?
73.
Like water
Like breeze
Moon
Mystery
River
Road
When did I find myself like that?
And where?
Like the sixth sense,
Strange
74.
Tired of you,
But more from mine
I walked in an unknown street
And I thought about the pleasure
Just passed by in a funeral
You were so simple and nice
With a green hat and dark pants
You were born in my poems
And buried there
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