He seems to be Anko
in a body
that you use daily
with his eyes
that he observes
the external world
and with his tongue
he interprets it
within
of your brain
It seems
than his own skin
be part
of chocolate
that he re-builds
with his five
senses
perceptions
And memories
detained there
at 16
pm
It seems
than those others
bodies
that he sees walking
down San Martín street
they are part
from this world
of things
experiences
conscience
just like Anko
at the beginning
of this story
It seems
that he lacks
from a direct
access
what happens
within
of their heads
therefore
they are so real
like your body
that he stopped
To watch
with his look
those others
bodies
moving
at the time
pointed out
It seems
that there's not
distinction
between Anko
and the others
and yes a great
synchronism
between his intentions
goals
your joys
and their pains
It seems
that the world
real is not so
simple
how do you think
because Anko
that he observes
to those others
bodies
he interprets them
mentally
in that frame
of a door
It seems
what a smell
hot Cold
color and noise
they are sensations
that your body
and theirs
they support
like
they were an astonishment
of the nature
No something
haphazard
It seems
what anko
or some other
look for your place
sterilely
In the sense
of the life
Of the mattery
of the soul
of the unknown
What is it
be there
It seems
what is like
find a needle
in a haystack
or a wave
in an ocean
something like that
like that Anko
would have been born
Of the mattery
to tip over
To her
like a mind
that he observes her
with a language
symbolic
about herself
her body
the other bodies
and who is looking
It seems
who is watching
is another Anko
and the Chocolate
it's almost over
greedily
in his mouth
exist thanks
to your observation
as if
a stranger
on your own
cell
It seems
than the barrage
external objects
fun and serious
in various ways
has cornered
on the ropes
from the ring
to the fantastic entity
that came out of the brain
by Anko
and settled
about objects
as lord and master
of the known world
and yet
nothing further
to have supported
elbow on his shadow
from the shadow of the corner
on the ground's shadow
that supports the body
and all the objects
which are now copies
in his mysterious brain
It seems
that that interaction
between Anko and the others
did not exist
Really
but it was
a submind
an invisible ghost
inside his head
without confirmation
sensory
and the others
distant stars
or suns
sometimes
collide
like caresses
or like pineapples
in his face
It seems
that his soul
could not direct
a space ship
she couldn't touch
the violin
she couldn't
move your feet
nor his hands
nor his kisses
I could not
feel that nostalgia
of its own origin
in Game
but you feel
what can you
said the poet
and for them
we are awarded
or punished
It seems
that a possible
solution would be
deconstruct
in that beginning
of exclusion
what did he say
Anko
is outsourced
to understand
the world
that surrounds it
and with it
create an abyss
between himself
and the other observed
because she is a
pale picture
half
that he gets
of that sensitive street
as an interpretation
Not very reliable
that makes your mind
It seems
that his soul
aware
it will stay
in some place
strange and remote
within this image
what do you think of the world
and had no space
vital in her
and was not locatable
at no point
from space
nor the time
and that hurts
or at least
restless.