sábado, 23 de noviembre de 2013


You have fallen from the branches to my feet

and I almost crush you, little grub.

We are two miserable entities

with terrible fortune.

However it is possible

that it is only one.

It will be.

I'll take you back to the fleshy leaves,

where is your home, your yearned shelter.

I'll stay standing.

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