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Honey, I went out today from the house late at night
a breath of fresh air, stainless from the ocean.
Sunset waning in the stalls the Chinese fan
and cloud swirled like a concert piano lid.

A quarter-century ago, you entertained a passion for Lula and dates,
painted with ink in a notebook, a little singing,
have fun with me, but then took up with a chemical engineer
and, judging from the letters, monstrous poglupela.

Now you can see in the churches in the province and the metropolis
during a memorial service for the general friends, going now continuous
succession, and I am glad that the world is the distance over
unthinkable than between you and me.

Do not get me wrong. With your voice, body, name
nothing is no longer connected, no one was killed,
but remember one life chedoveku need at least
another life. And I have lived this share.

Lucky and you: where else, except that the photographs
You always endure without wrinkles, young, funny, a mocker?
for the time, faced with memory, learns of his lawlessness.
I smoke in the dark and breathed punk tide ..