A dog hits the patio door
upstairs the neighbor hits his wife
the yellow line divides the asphalt
and outside people don't know what to do.
I see gasoline floating in a puddle
making rainbows under my foot.
An old man stands double him on a bench
and they read the press while playing chess.
Tristan Tzara played chess with Lenin
the same street where Dada was born
sometimes I feel that I was a piece,
that that board was my city.
Tristan Tzara played chess with Lenin
the same street where Dada was born
a year later the ghost came out
traversing the world to my city.
A dog drinks twice as much in a puddle
swallows the rainbow and runs
the neighbor's wife hits the asphalt
and the door upstairs doesn't knows what to do.
The neighbor hits the dog on a bench
he combines colors on his skin
the press turns yellow in the puddle
and outside the poor people don't know what to do.
Tristan Tzara played chess with...
The old men divide the door and the bench
outside the dogs don't know what to do.
I read the press and jump through puddles
and I find my double in a woman.
A dog, the door, the ghost and the bank,
the press, the poor, the foot and the woman
the yellow line, the old people and the puddle
are pieces who float in a chess game
without knowing what to do...

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