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I expect a letter of recognition from you

But you are silent as a punishment.

Ride yourself on the road

And I write poetry in the porches.

Cold, dark and damp

Witnesses of sorrow

I go to one of them

And I don’t sleep there at night.

But not alone, the moon is with me

And I rejoice: maybe

And sometimes you can see it

And you are sad too.