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Raining again
behind my headlights,
between ear and ear
low clouds
dark as boxes
disguise themselves as fierce animals,
as fierce animals.

A woman I've seen four times
with the common eyes of us,
four thousand with the others
with those of suffering hours and months
hours and months.

Raining again
where there is nothing with me
but fierce animals,
tender enemies.

Raining again
behind my headlights,
or fields without shelters,
or streets without gates.

Raining so well
that the end of the week
instead of being Sunday
in my head,
is just the sadness
pulling my brain and the morning,
brain and the morning.

A woman
who never provokes me
has condemned me
to rains without reason
and since then I live
drowned in the desire of her mouth,
desire of her mouth.

Raining again...

A woman who never...