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Rodriguez Silvio
Causes and Occurrences
History of the Chairs
On the edge of the road there is a chair
The rapine prowls that place.
The friend's jacket is lying down
the friend does not sit down to rest.
His worn-out shoes are mirrors
that burn his throat with the sun
and through his tiredness an old man passes by
br/>that dries his sweat with the shadow.
At the point of love the friend travels
in the sharpest point that there is to see.
That point that digs the same on land
than in the ruins, that in a woman's trace.
That is why he is a soldier and he is a lover
that is why he is wood and he is metal
that is why that which sows roses the same as reasons for flag and arsenal.
He who has a song will have a storm
he who has company, loneliness.
He who follows a good road will have dangerous chairs that invite you to stop.
But the song is worth a good storm
and the company is worth solitude
the agony of haste is always worth it
/>although the truth is filled with chairs.