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Alejandro Filio
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The afternoon slept naked on the window,
outside no one, no lights or white doves.
The wind doesn't play, the bells don't talk.
All silence if you're missing me.
The rain will cry with me
and down the street from the enemy portals
they come forward, they harass me before oblivion
dreams barefoot along the way.
We all have a love,
a time to give, a cycle.
We are alone again
or always like in the beginning.
Give me your hand, fly with me,
we will be solitudes and shared stories.
The afternoon slept and in its dream it found you,
when you arrived the moon made some sense.
I don't belong to anyone, you said to be with me.
If it's for loving you, I forget everything.
