In the opacity of a crystal grating, dirty black ...
a mirror of a car,
lying in the streets, dismembered
find the sense of abandonment.
loss.
Sleep and wakefulness transit ...
removes garbage from containers
find a part of my body ...
in Plaza Catalunya, right in the middle of the square ...
right in the middle ...
I am an ant.
But right now, I'm alone,
writing these letters,
when I feel like a snake,
like lightning coming down from heaven ...
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