Santiago Davalos

They fall with such grace
There is a certain immunity to them
They are proud beings and
Resentful for any one against them.
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The night shows the power of the dark side,
The day can not fight it, nothing is real between
This climax. Rocks are moved upwards,
Birds speak their minds, mosquitoes have cameras,
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The links that hold us together
Are forever vanished into thin space
No one can conclude what was real
And what was not, only time will show
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The ravishing look,
The expensive dress,
The nice shoes,
No more of this,
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The rotten crowd,
The power of people,
The crude politics,
The screwed system,
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The silent whistle of the air
And the strong hum of the morning,
They make the day as never before.
Cutting in half by the end of the day,
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Make them stop
Those sounds penetrate
The very being of
My lies. There is nothing
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