You've been in this room
You've been in this room
Now he plays a plaintive melody
You have breathed this air
Now smell the wet laundry
Sub
singing a minstrel lonely crowds and
wine decanted and full cups
searched Flavors
between the eye and embarrassment
funny story country
vague and places
Landscapes of another existence
Portugal, Morocco, North too cold
And the South is too hot
Travel ever made, a fantasy
sentimental and a little ridiculous
Small feet
To reach this room
looking at the sky and a mountain Fuzzy
It now has a memory that can not drive
Shoes aside a corner in wet
The world has been watching
I was taught that in poetry there are
Feelings,
My feelings,
and then that this is not a poem
but a confession,
a whisper,
crying or laughing
or scarring on the usual running time
indifferent witness
E 'state. Useless but true.
E 'success and I will not deceive
And do not mislead the translator
not commit an error here
not be confused, you're wrong.
This dark sky with the stars sparse
we have observed is there two rattles
This is heaven.
still raining outside
Despite the predictions and assumptions
And yet here it rains
Despite the conditions
What I continue to hate
But who cares?
In poetry there are emotions
Who am I?
Just a normal man
granules of a humanity beyond recognition
strolling reading even if it rains
No weirdness
Suffice
Perhaps a word
never ruled
In one of your many languages \u200b\u200b
And who knows that a sense he was not found
In reality this Absurd
Forgive Albert,
Master,
sense
maybe I could find it.
You know, I love
deceive.
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