A touch of color in a gray tile wall, dull, dull. Middle
second of tranquility amid a perfect storm. Media
smile aside from the burden of another fourteen-hour workday. Five notes in harmony
pushing through a scrum of dissonant noise
A poem every morning to remove the gummy when the bus arrives.
A blade of grass between the asphalt of our daily drudgery.
Thanks.
http://www.20minutos.es/carta/709930/0/agresion/poesia/madrid/
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