Everyday in the street my eyes finds you
in the windows, balconys.
No there's isn't you or your shadow
I can't see you there.
My thirsty eyes search you here and there
but you are not in the eyesight of me.
Where are you staying now?
In this city or not.
Or in the world of finishing?
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