On the nonstop train from Analía,
the stations passed by him,
unable to distinguish between the subtle autumn,
and the jubilation of the bees in spring,
combining their deepest fears,
with a strange obsession to look for the wolf.
His skin contained the desire to show,
what his body wanted to hide,
while his mouth exaggerated laughter,
his eyes did not want to see the forest,
and his desire to be different from others,
it made her more and more conservative.
Analía in his sleeplessness could not overcome,
what other people thought differently,
why his tears from the real world,
they only entered solid state,
at the half light of the therapies,
under the ceiling, on the couch.
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