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It is late, your face

has become far ...
afternoon, your feet have left


beyond my concern. ----

It's late,
doubles in two of my tears,

pack them in a memory.

It's late, and I
where I was yesterday

lies a belly cut up at the foot of the sidewalk.

It's late,
what I said last night swelled

innocently and all veils.

It's late, skin
boiled for hours
melts in slow drops of sweat and nostalgia


-foot frost-

It's late,
neat smile tomorrow I will have transformed

a hypocrite.

But will you be there ... So absent

you feel this
and so constant that you shall find

to tantearte

silent and so I must have been deaf
between your cries, and I shall be imprisoned

for your insolence


at this time without minutes.