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Of unthinkable descent, the wind whistles




I listen to my echo
with the smile borrowed from
with a foreign character.
We only know our hearts
   have the same musical ear
   come to a carafe
    to tell us the step that disturbs us
the days here have begun to shine,
the dark of December is equal
  unpleasant also in January
Among the bare and empty trees
   you can see the afternoon sunset
an hour later,
and I will not remind you that it is afternoon
At that time you make your siesta in Spain
2 hours to rest at work.


We are seen on the beach at cafébodega soon;




Fri vers (Fri form) av Jeflea Norma, Diana. VIP
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Publicerad 2019-01-11 14:39



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