the dented blade of sunset falls,
rascals play with slices of heaven,
water and magic gather up
inside tanks on the dry roofs.
In this moment, most are inmune
to the mouth of time, being its breath,
at this time of the day,
warm and slightly intoxicating,
like tea leaves fermented.
lunes, 25 de junio de 2012
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