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That girl looks like the infant that was decades ago.
That girl is sitting on the subway car in front of me.
gives me a sincere look.
a naive smile.
And I remember the spontaneity of my time.
when he thought life was complicated.
(always believe they can not be
more complicated than it already is, but you can, provided you can)
see me wavering, as if fearing the future. Notes
the steel wall around me.
In their eyes is a horror to repeat my employers.
But no one can escape his destiny.
I tell with a glance.
and struck up a conversation.
Like an internal monologue.
As if the borders disappear.
The ingenuity and perversity go together.
A slight border between them. Disasters
that falls into the account.
to falling.
Falls. Falls. Falls. And
paper castle crumbles before our eyes.
could see a small plea in his eyes.
Before his mother to take her by the hand.
exit doors and oranges.
Of the cars that make up life.
Before you get home. Where
pending a dysfunctional family.
where father absence is present. Sola
before the closure gradeza of my childhood.