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London

abril 14, 2010

The blank sheets
I left behind the way of my life
are full of doubts and tears

I wait for someone to collect
and make them a book
filled with stirring stories
and smiling photographs

But that someone lives in London
and there follows his life without mine

But in London there are also tears
that flow through the walls of dark alleys
where to spread other blank sheets

And I swear I could hear
the heartbeat from who
let them fall through trembling fingers

This one looked back
and also saw with teary eyes
a dark and empty alley

And when a yellow light touched
his face, it lit up
and revealed his so blue eyes
he cried wishing
that someone also collect his sheets
and make them a book
filled with stirring stories
and smiling photographs

Even when you love someone
and it ignites your bones
really
it is never a waste of time

Even if that someone
lives your life in London
through his dark and empty alleys

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