A Note to My Friend, Maria
This morning, you stopped by the house.
You left your flip-flops and your sneakers
In the basement, where I once saw a mouse.
You open the floor for all types of rumors,
Please come back to pick up your belongings.
You also left a few indictable items, a few things.
Rush back, pronto, upon receipt of this note,
Before my wife, who customarily finds a fault
In everything that I do, returns home this evening.
Save me the trouble, come to pick up everything.
Ring the bell five times; I will be in the bedroom.
Be careful, not get tripped by the black broom.
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