21-06-2020 - No place - The book of oblivion

Buenos Aires - Argentina - before the time in confinement

There is a place where I rest
Crowed by trees
Where curtains of rain
Raise shadows of fear

There is nowhere to go to
You could not reach me even if you wanted to

In this small plot of land, where strangers live wearing it out
How much time do I have?
To reverse the growing roots

Soon I will be in the light
Run to the ocean
To always I have been

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