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When it stops
As much as possible,
In silence, without breaths,
If you listen carefully,
Between century cotton swallow
And the creaking of the leaf snail
You can hear the footsteps.
And go after them on a string
Light that reaches
In the cradle of the sunset
Past that does not pass,
Where I'll be back sometime.

Where lie yawning
Under the blanket a little cool.
Whisper cradle swinging.
And as if I did not happen.
And as if I did not know you,
The clock shakes his head.
Here it is you, my candle,
And I thought that was carrying the conflagration.
And I thought that was carrying the light,
But it turned out that nonsense.
Locked in years algebra
And astrology months.

When it stops
As much as possible,
In silence, without breaths.
In silence, without breaths
I thought that was carrying the light.
I thought that was carrying the light.