By Giuliana Urban where day and night merge and are equal.
is a pity you're not with me.
Some days I feel a reluctance,
days when I open the newspaper with his heart in his mouth
and solve the crossword puzzle.
Who knew when we started,
without caveats,
without the things that unite or separate,
after night of love will invent the truth
as if love were just an attempt
cold and shade from the tedium and combat.
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