I watched the ants stroll
In a wavy line of hope
Coping every damage
Following the signals
I have seen the foreigners
The bird’s nonnative
Nestling in my
pine tress
And disappear some day
I have seen the stray dogs
Barking fighting playing
Once in my street and
Some other day somewhere
Here we duplicate them
Sacking up our dreams
And letting our memories
Loiter in the air of that house
Where we lived the dreams
Of our Lover selves true
Good bye home, our sweet home...
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