The broken voice of the storm
In the middle of the night Shout
almost dead,
,
[poor
and stone.
I see walking and laments,
Decked out in their exchanges,
I look without knowing why,
I'm not a pillow to mourn.
Go to bathe the ground,
Or annoy the camels!
to me leave me alone, Let me at least
play.
me know your bad rain,
And you cry even more,
That my heart is subtle
As a fishing line.
Tócame neck and then chest,
But to scream.
Today I saved one
[either yesterday or later,
to you why you care ...
You are happy with sunflowers
Giving you back.
I seek to express,
Dance, fly and swim.
But you near ...
Strong, fresh,
Pointing the finger
Gritting his teeth,
Furious ... and without shouting.
Blas NUSI
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