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Jero Ga Apr 2015
No está en la pesadez del aire,
está en mí.
Mi mirada interna,
Vuelve todo más denso,
Lo desgasta hasta el cansancio.
Now
Jero Ga Apr 2015
Now
I am
but not.
You won't
and yet you are.
Not with me.
There,
sleeping
or not
...you
Jero Ga Apr 2015
At this moment
all that comes to mind
quickly goes away.
Only this sensation stays;
like clarity and blindness cohabitating
neither one nor the other is complete.
You.
That word,
takes out everything
and takes nothing to say.
You,
only for a moment.
Jero Ga Apr 2015
Mis intenciones no germinan en ti,
las horas las devoran como pájaros.
Nosotros,
esta cosa que es,
ahora, infértil.

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