"I wrote you a poem, it´s called "Isidro Sapia" "
It´s a beautiful day today
What if we take a walk?
i wish to go to the swings to escape again
Now the swings are away
and i dont think they´ll be back anyway
Far Away from my house
Far, strangely, from you and from anywhere
And i have been anywhere except with you
You probably still have that game callled Uno
and i hope you still eat again
Sorry
But you are the breeze in my november nights
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