Some days I believe that all garbage
world
we like him. After leaving the balcony
see children running through the spring
while singing.
do not know their names.
one or the other seems to me.
I mean I went
when I became light
presence of grace or joy. A smile opens
then a summer house.
and hard, hard yet.
Eugene
Andrade
Andrade
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