Chairs invisible
pink neon light. I remember that night
The
a butterfly walked me through the gallery
white, deep
waiting to pass a souvenir machine.
And
happened ... And it happened ...
red beer here as there.
The same country, same story,
What I'm missing the silver temples
And
bowlegged what? Does not matter. Tonight
memory is not memory. Tonight, I have
neon temples
and legs visible.
Beer, always red,
And half an hour in advance.
Blas NUSI
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