We need to be truthful
even in our smiles,
and the words with which
we approach each other,
or put in our poetry.
Words for the unexpected
situations, don't save
our high convenience, and
our hopes can't save distances.
We need to cut all flights
of no ending chimerical
thoughts, and multiply ways
of the daily sadness,
or the silence in which
we walk alone by
our simple reality.
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