domingo, septiembre 16, 2012
Ese llavero de Chewbacca
I did something bad
You did something bad
I did something worse
There was a lot of snow.
Do you remember?
I do, very often.
Things got out of hand
We are not violent people
You and I
But my felony was in the past
Like your misdemeanor is in that past now
And invasion of privacy was so important
For that little man who'd not been happy,
With his bullfrog's eyes
Not blinking once
Helped by his voice
The deeper one
The ugly one
The real one.
"It is snowing", you said very softly,
Like some lesser goddess missing her island.
Would you let me tell a private joke?
I still have that Chewbacca keychain.
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