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Building my afterlife before
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Two warm grains in the eyes of the titmouse
We stretch our hands and flap-flap: is gone
The branch shivers
In its place
Look here
I’m building my afterlife before
My branch shivers too
But I am home I am always here
Dressed just in myself like the sword of Toledo
Although is almost September with fruits gone
To warmer countries
I think I’ll take autumn and throw it to the ground
And then I’ll pretend to vegetate
Of course
I’ll be watching
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- George Asztalos
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