Even the hair


Lives also run aground.
You smell the humidity
going up
even the hair
slow
as if the walls weren't enough
fear passes slowly
down the street
and only the roofs are saved
dry.
The humidity rises, like fear,
and browns mix
In the eyes
who look at the sun
outside
because inside everything is confusing
like mud
like the other stranded
who don't know where the port is,
lost
watching the sun
with dry eyes.

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