While you wonder
why mi vains are cold
when your smile is so warm,
why the hugs are empty
if the words are full?
my blanket it's so hot
but nobody is in the bed
how much time must pass?
these things happened
She's smoking my cigarrete
while i'm waiting
waiting to melt the sea
she's wasting you
and i'm driking the morning wine
burning the words in my thonge
open your mouth under the rain
wondering
before opening the door
a stranger
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