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Maybe One Day Soon
i will see you, my love soon i will see you in a windless country, in a thoughtless world, with swords, we”ll cut off all roads in the air, from the earth with our eyes, we”ll dress them up in feathers of rio abre-alas, open wings one day soon, in the valley on the farm seduced by the dry edge of the grass crushed under the earth furrow we”ll forget about ourselves, we”ll fall like a snow belt in the winter, slow, slow, lazy to get lost in goosebumps, yellow, create and raw, soon the sun will call us to a world where love is truly blind and deaf, and mute, and putrefied like an old woman, older than stone, birds, air water red angels, maybe one day soon soon our love will be easy, so eeeeeeeasy as easy as blue cheese mold on the tongue, like a blues that is digging our thirst at night like a lip gloss broken with a pointed nose, warm, soft nipples, sweet steam resting on the needles of time caressed by two strands asleep in the stillness of white breasts, milk carved in palm lines, hungry orphans, beggars built in the breath of your chest, we will die we will die, one day soon and, you”ll come again with your forehead up, your swaying walk, oh, your swaying walk, no eyes, no air it will be easy to bite your lips touch your hard beard in a distant world where there are no storms no thoughts one day soon, one day maybe
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