Hours, minutes, seconds ... Gilda
Through the gloom,
drowned in liquor bottles,
not distinguish illegitimate
stars of the cosmos.
The window glass
tarnished.
peeling walls smell shadow girl,
fugacity grim.
stale wine scented sheets
intangible
worn for years.
A sealed envelope with no return address
,
captures the words,
the verses of a poem,
smoke a cigarette,
the dictionary of my feelings,
a broad smear in the appendix of life. Madrid
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