Useless things were said ... talked about the colors of the afternoon ...
were old ... those in which the futility means history, and the colors of the afternoon, driving the blood of staying in the life ...
What was the secret air freshly cut grass?
would come with the certainty of death?
was around?
were old, were engaged for many years, were calm now, after the swirling ...
They were calm and recalling
inadvertently were soft and silver in the care
suffers no longer were they were everyday
so far that they became as close to new ...
and laughed without whiteness, because I was having reaped ground relentlessly
was beautiful when I was, because I had nearby and far
old was one of those old ages
who stay in the tops of the trees or on the streets without asphalt, or drops of winter when it does not want to go to France as we sing ...
was a feeling of those ... of those who were not afraid.
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