You are
You’re fragile, petal of sea, of salt of lip
Of tears loaded with a bitter taste
Of a past time oboe
Another spring
Beyond where the dogs bark and the drums beat
A chinese poet writes and a woman dances
Naked
Like the moon in the sky
Bogotá I
The path is cold, breathing hard
People moves as if they were ants
While the speedy metal boxes
Break through a dreamless avenue
Fernando Chelle
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