Acuario [English translation]

Today on the street,

I must decide

if I go down or go up,

because if you are not here

I might imagine

smoke in my bones.

In a restaurant,

eating Wang Tang,

I hide from the cold.

It is like crunch

leaves from a place

far from the way.

You say you already cut your hair,

how many things drift away because of that?

How many things get closer because of that?

You say it will grow back.

You say you already cut you hair,

how many things run out because of that?

How many things begin because of that?

You say it will grow back.

Cold and solitude

of a man who is

bundled in newspapers.

This is the city

that Saint John marked

on his calendar.

Immoral violence

of fishes from

the same aquarium.

See to believe,

and they make out of the faith

photos to a shroud.

You say you already cut you hair,

how many things run out because of that?

How many things begin because of that?

You say it will grow back.

You say you already cut your hair,

how many things drift away because of that?

How many things get closer because of that?

You say it will grow back.

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