"Blue Window's Woman" by Braddy Romero RicaldeIn a silent way we're all flowing On medium wave. At times electrocuted with sausages frying in oil Music comes to us, slowly from far away. Not as strong as the sound of writing In front of a window, into which the blueness of the ocean is reflected. And the sun will be over us when we go for walks all by ourselves. Or even on picnics by the sea.
Can we remain unchanged? Can nothing ever hurry us? That we remain patient forever about the things life will bring. Gifts of pain, or sorrow, even gifts of stars and morning We may forget living here now, today will sink in some distant horizon. But the sight, of songs, of insanity and childhood and conversation will stay in our minds.
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...and they shall...and they will.
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