by Luis Ullán
(Salamanca (Spain))
He piled himself up on the dusty floor,
after breaking between absentminded papers.
Under the city was the night,
with upside down glowing stars
driving between energetic crashes.
trying to get back into the dark.
This scene was shown in floating papers
made of diamonds and prayers,
stroked by a devastated grammar,
dressing simple conversations
into a deconstructed hammer.
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