Nos Quedamos Acá
Adrian Berra
We Stayed Here
Through paper clouds we swim to the river
Walking through almost melted forests
Scratching among the rocks looking for meaning
We glimpse the empty path
When a horse flies they wonder
Why it must have been lightning
Because if not why should a hallucination
Not be real it's hard to see through the glass
The night creaks all night we stayed here
Watching the wait go by we stayed here
Like in a beehive, each with their own sorrow
This is our way we stayed here
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The moment before the smell of the flower
Will always be a mystery
Yellow grass
By the Sun's light in the cemeteries
Caressing while cotton thorns
Among memories
Mint storm
Clears and stops
