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Are like those people
With flowing hearts through holes
On the rails of sounds that meet between stations 
Sounds collisioning with the marrow of
Bulbs between the nails of eyelids and moon

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let’s cross these unfinished streets,
these forever living bones
bearing the raw wheels and  
jaws on the shoulders

we’ll born for our fingers
much more legs
putting the stairs further
over these unfinished pale streets

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please put me more 
one more shadow on my shoulder
while the traffic lights stops
in the rich house where
I hurry come in the nights
like a street when the rain starts
I hide my dream inch like a thief

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when the cars were sinking in the dark
like the stones breaking falling to the bottom
when all streets where deadends
when I remember you
when I didn’t go back for another glass
and walk in the park
on that bench where there were everytime few
feathers of the birds that sleeped above in the tree
when I was sitting and taking good care of
the ciiggarret smoke to not get close to your side