In the middle of a life
That is singular, yet many,
Whom do I hear
When I hear myself
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The night of words
The silences of my mind
Manufacture small words:
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On my wall, painted in white sadness,
A clock
That never left time enough to erase my habits
Replenishes
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T h e r i t u a l o f d i n n e r s
Beneath the weight of twilight
The table-cloth,
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O l d h a b i t : t h e s i e s t a (I)
In the garden of our years,
Its faded hammocks with the light sleep of the old,
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