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Jul 2016
Uncertain loneliness pain dresses and appeared that day.

No messages arrive early as every Saturday was.

And after work that night, no one expects him.

That unmistakable Hello! No longer will return to hear.

He comes from away looking work and welfare and, in return found a strange feeling, that changed his life forever.

It'sΒ Β invisible the mark on the passport of an unknown country.

The city is same but definitely different as when he arrived. It is impossible to name, perhaps. The wind is still blowing cold and the trees are without leaves-.

That day -that city- watched him walk away without a word.

Even the sweet kiss that woke up a different morning do not accompany him.

The nights and days caressed unknowingly be forgotten and no one will undress him tenderly.

And indeed, it is uncertain whether leaves or dies.

In the distance, the voice of a judge revokes that forgiveness for deportation.

Maybe someday meet again or maybe the oblivion take them by surprise. But in the city, no one knows whether dusk or dawn, but he never sees them again.

And the lonely city, remain behind expecting that someday others dare
to enter and stay forever.
oscarlevi
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oscarlevi  55/M/Saint Paul,MN
(55/M/Saint Paul,MN)   
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