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waiting time

when the hours are scarce
and the gaze crashes on the windowpanes
without finding a thing

when the street is void of memories at hand
and the hand has no cord to catch them

you just have to wait
wait for time to pass and pass fast

until the hours are plenty
and your gaze goes through the loneliness
without finding any

then open up
they can come in now


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Publicado el: 30-03-2004
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