How much can grow a city
before a tear drop
How many cranes will sculpt a skyline
before the train takes me to your home.
Vertiginous movements of the butterfly
the butterfly where we live
hanging from its wings
dangerous shivering in the discomfort.
In the air, in my ears: wind chill.
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| A veces, imagino que soy el hombre de la pluma que hace cambiar una ciudad en un simple parpadeo. |
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