The story will be told again

They won't make us heroes

Perhaps a void in which the reader catches his breath

You and I

The possibility of taking the path of truth

I lost the metaphor.

It threw itself from atop the poem

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You and I

Two songs, two women

A one-sided contradiction

A hypothesis for life

A curved shadow on a straight line

Two clouds of smoke made of time

Loitering on the path of a lifetime

Between a prison and a guillotine

Carrying from the moment of birth

A deferred penalty

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You and I

A loaf of bread, and tears

Moments pregnant with others more severe

A rising of the tide, followed by another rise

In the margins

Numberless women

A noise that, when made, was silence.

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You and me

Certainty having lost its veil

Wearing one last lie

It was a revolution

And the eve of the poem

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