Reading an old newspapper is not useless
It’s like waiting for a train
You may see something strange
Or someone extraordinary
You may want to know more
To understand and comprehend
Like going to a desert to escape the city
And sleep under the stars, take
Photographs of the constellations,
Of the revolving sky where existence is all written
Waiting for a train is like a promise
The patience of thought for surprising
Consequences, allowing the mind
To wander or focus,time,proximity
Of time,simultaneity of waiting grinds
Slowly, my attention, constant and stubborn
Devotes all time to you.
The simplicity that love can enter
One’s heart at first sight.
Will I sacrifice myself for love?
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