Walk as a horse in honor of the service

Draw his memory filled with trolleys stuffed with unidentified bodies

Was not sad

But he did not rejoice when he gave up his weapon, and his military

uniform,

his belief that he tied like an amulet to his neck

The recent military salute

And a collective photo with the fourth

Or the fifth regiment ..

... not important

Shadow walking adjusting the collective photo

in a frame

Not to mention that most of the soldiers would die in the fight

of darkness stuffed with belief

walking ..

I watched him from the second floor

He walks before the fall

her

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Command daily,a little late

In a narrow house it resembles a dirty parcel

The beer cans were without typographical errors

My fingers licked with sour anxiety

I kept wiping with my eyes confused by my losses

Hanging on a lime wall

....................... Yet you didn't come

In a narrow house whose windows lean lazily on a field of wheat

Do not allow a domestic fly to distribute its shit
On a faint lighting like a stolen kiss from an emotional bank
The fly stays out of the scene
I kept setting traps for her satirical tons
....................... Yet you didn't come

In a narrow house like a shoe, it smells like a cockroach

I kept messing with the laughs of the accordion with a sweet boredom

And chew a cannabis with a handful of pale laughter.

..................... Yet you didn't come

In a narrow house narrower than trying to survive a landmine

I breathe as a wake of an extinguished cigarette

In an empty beer bottle of green crystal

He lay on my back as a beetle

She's watching me from the books of Gaston Bachelard.

She is pushing her ass towards the “aesthetics of the place”

I was alone or I am the second

She saw me and reassured my day and walked away

........................ Yet you didn't come