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I was right.
Tonight I covered the cage of birds, left without electricity
fish
captives slept with one eye, I took the stairs
, along with his past life,
the cat.
I did everything right.
Now I'm alone and Billie Holiday tells me
hammock, his voice filled with grass and sour
a story for sleep, a dream. She says and has
things I know, hammocks, soft
alone.
now dawning is the day forever.
Me hammock. I am alone. I did well, so good.
Sabal Jorge Garcia
(Blank Slate)
Photo Costanera Sur Ecological Reserve, Buenos Aires, 2010
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