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" And so, just so you let your heart see
bone, tired, tired of this world "
- Fito Paez.

Your name is written with letter

whim and forgot long ago as a trail of shadow in a mirror
radiant moon.

I write your name on the lips and becomes impenetrable
your name
behind curtains
uncertainty hiding in its folds your reptile skins
of metamorphic
breaststroke and fire. Nostalgia
And your name is written
your
smell incense aroma and saliva
to kiss in the air
fruit on the ground disaster spasm
late lunar cataclysm.

A sigh your name so far and accurate

exhausted
mismatched and outdated.