by jerome lorico
the passage swallowed the taxi
that took me from you
that pulled the hours
the moments
the gazes
Now capsuled in a cylinder
that is the wall
of concrete, of rocks
The asphalt vibrated
with the engine
a system connected
to a heart
in a chest
that won't be the same again
at the end of the tunnel
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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