Sunday, May 15, 2016

there is a pigeon outside my window, he has been singing the same three notes for a week , it always starts when the street goes silent and the day doesn't moan With sounds of cars, when cats are busy being lazy following sites of hints forgotten and dogs bark messages of disbelief and loss .... , this bird is a real terrorist, always the same note, tireless, an stubborn crack in my use to be peaceful dreams...
when I sleep they switch my keys to unordinary doors, opening to places, unseen ...

to be continued

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