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each of us thought that she came only for him
it trickles down from the shadow
a tale of Tristan and Isolde

silver breeze from the ocean
salt taste
and that eternal noise motion

each of us thought that she came only for him
but it is always changing
as nuances of the word through a language

I saw her every day
crouching in the eyes of others

she could not be reached
like a poem that you feel it
but you cannot
you cannot close it among words

a spring dressed in green walked on sand

the Irishman told me

-she is so labile
-she is as a chimera

it stands empty under the aborted moon in the sky
the flesh of a broken watermelon her skin
dancing on water as a flamingo
dancing through our soul

you cannot nooot
to rest on her knees

back from dream
we can see
the crashed summer on the streets
sidewalks elongated towards autumn

and the clear cold that ascends toward the winter heart

yes
each of us thought that she came only for him