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Just as notes on a note sheet
Or colors on a canvas,
Just as words shot in the air
Or a scene in a movie,
Thousand eyes see not one blue,
Thousand ears hear not one note,
Thousand mouths say not one word,
Thousand films play not one life;
Change the lighting of the street
And wrinkle becomes crevasse,
The child most sweetest and fair
Turns frank and further groovy,
What you feel is but a glue
Stitching the strange ship afloat,
For, when all the lines are blurred,
Your own face may become rife…
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When colors on the canvas
And when notes on the note sheet
Spell the words “porque te vas?”
It is ever bitter-sweet…