Xutos & Pontapés
Miscellaneous
Submerged Morning
the cold presses in the submerged morning
the fog comes in with the sun rising
counting the steps to entertain yourself
there he goes, still dreaming
he doesn't know the name but he knows the smell
when she enters the station
maybe later when school is over
Just as he was leaving, the ball was spinning
it appeared and he was able to speak
the girl left the school
he saw the boys playing with the ball
he passed by them, there was one who he smiled
he didn't care, and the street went up
only later, when he was going to bed
he looked in the mirror where he went to find
hidden love and then he smiled

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