Photo: S. Kandin
not know, never looked,
've ever read his verses written ,
crying songs faded kisses
exploring the air of a lost yesterday.
not warn you that not a single reproach ,
knows it was not, never has been , but not surprised
nights
words in the morning when he spoke his delirium.
When wondering, wandering sounds ,
when responding folded ears.
Now you wake up your lips empty their voices
sealed
his mouth in exile?
Now you know:
know who has not been
Wind
Chechu ... definitely, it ...
Chavela without pictures ... but the important thing, your soul, your voice ... .
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