Soil
see the vague rumor of days gone
and I remember the smell of chlorine from the floors
lighters spark in the dark and your laughter amid the smoke dissolves .
soil occasions felt the icy wind that tears the skin and whisper your name
dumb nostalgia
submitting that in fact life is desolate as a day camp on Mars or a
Sunday without you! that I'm accustomed to empty soil
know that everything that travels through the air between us
son mentiras montadas en oropeles
inciertas ideas que acostumbran sangrar....
escrito por: eduardo malsano 
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