Oblivion bird
I never had you more true in my memory.
I will come back now
Since I don't know what shadow
To the frozen day of autumn in this
City not mine, but at last so close,
Where the November sun has
The ultimate toughness
Of what should already die.
And is this the day
Of my resurrection?
The leaves blown away by the wind
They shut down our steps.
It arrived and I don't even know very well who arrives
Nor why was he called to this banquet
So many years later.
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