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We rode in the month of April
on an old railroad.
But it was all an illusion
like the moon on the balcony
that gave light to my heart
until we arrived at the station.
Leaving my eyes watered
like sad red carnations.
Fatigued like the candle
by the winds that without reason
extinguished my noble cravings.
Returning to green stubble
searching in any corner
red flowers or parsley.
To avoid the sad evictions
sad evictions of lazy loves.
Performing the song
that makes the occasion bloom
engendering new illusion
of warmth to my room.
Beautiful my student life
springtime and manly.