the streets against
mangy pigeons kissing their kids with tender wounds rasguñones
in concrete, surrounded by mirrors
grains trapped in echoes,
seems that everything has stayed in a city
drills.
being here is not here.
be here without being there is not room.
be thinking about being somewhere
is not to be.
be no
not be thinking about is to be, be there! They wait impatiently
passengers
dog cries to the throats of drivers
angry eyes of the night shot as
the old man to his kidney stone pedestal
or your pendulum still.
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