Poor me that I walked in the middle of silence,
when looking for the sound to be heard,
poor you, that you were company,
those days I find you, and watch your memory,
I see your face and I do not understand your life.
I do not know if you were someone in my life,
perhaps you were...
and I let you go.
Alu C.G.M.P.Peyrán.-
Buenos Aires,13-04-11
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