Delgadillo Fernando
Deviations from the Informal Song
Morning
I hear a bell ringing
That at this time of the morning
He's already looking at the clock
I hear the wind blowing lightly
And I hear a thunderous passenger flight of a violin
I hear the neighbor passing by who sings while walking
And in the distance an engine
With the I imagine a window
That grew next to my bed
When sleep overcame me
I hear a distant dog barking
And constant fluttering
Of some birds that are
Always fighting for the branches
Like every morning
And announcing that they will leave
I hear, and what I hear surrounds me
And I hear the idea next to me that I have to go out
To be part of this hubbub
That at least for this day
It can still be heard
I hear endless urban noises
That maybe by everyday
They never catch my attention
I hear everything I have always heard
And on the pillow I hear the beat
Of my own heart
I hear everything I have always heard ear
And in the pillow I hear the beat
Of my own heart

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