It is easy not to sing
The face withdrawn from smoke
Different than a soundtrack
Which never was of us
Expressing this limit that face
Makes signals in the air
Only that face understands
Because it can't stop remembering
The total catastrophe that was the line
Or the face wishing this
Wishes invisibly
In a language of these days
We became crossed-out
You burned your photographs
To remember home
A kind of body torn apart
A kind of body shared
A kind of body no one shares.
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