Bad Weather
none of the people in the supermarket said anything
when the bullets from the assault broke the glass
the first kiss was given by me
between shards and crying
it was one of those insane nights
and in that moment you were insecurity
holding my arm trust
sixteen days later the violent wind bent the antenna
broke trees
tiles
windows and walls
while we watched the rain
dragging our house and erasing what we were
when the world finished
i was stupefied...
your spirit danced where the room used to be
wearing only the smile I always loved in you
in your naive happiness continued to dance
without having the slightest idea
of what happened to us.
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