The song they wrote together
it is swiming in their minds now.
Tomorrow
He brushes teeth.
He takes a glass of milk.
He has dinner.
He comes home exhausted.
He parks his bike.
Today
It stopped to flow
when she sang the highest note
and her vein exploded
She is almost sleeping.
She charted his body.
The last time she saw him.
-This is not my place!?.
I am a stranger.
He kept on cutting the air
behind each paper of the street.
O
La canción que escribieron juntos
nada ahora en sus mentes.
Mañana
Se cepilla los dientes
Toma un vaso de leche
Cena.
Llega a casa agotado.
Aparca la bici.
Hoy
Dejó de fluir
cuando reventó un vaso sanguíneo
al cantar la nota mas aguda.
Casi duerme.
Cartografió su cuerpo.
La última vez que lo vio.
-Este no es mi lugar?!
Soy un extraño
photo: videodance 2008
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