This little hole
I've seen you run
coming out
from somewhere that must be all
why were you leaving
and I was looking at you
how i looked from the hole
that
what was on the wall
and from where he looked at the broken world of the Villa.
You were leaving fast
but it was me
the one that was leaving me
staying
in a small memory,
just a hole,
what were you looking at
when you turned around.
Before you go at all.
One more day with no surprises to tell.
I don't see fairytale dragons crossing the sky
nor aliens who want to besiege us.
Through the bus window, the usual,
heavy traffic and hurried people.
I will arrive shortly,
with the routine in one hand and the other
a magician's wand that is defective
impossible reality to change.