Sunday, July 18, 2010

Serviette Folding Fish




Lagging,

to be sure not to forget

nothing on the street.

still go ahead,

despite the weight of immobility

that crushes us and wants

bury.

A slow, silent march,

only the sound of

joints creaking,

threatening to divest

at every step.

But do not give importance

we continue straight,

forcing ourselves to smile and greet,

pretending that ours is only

a walk.

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