was early, if it was late, you broke the hatred of your heart, if it was the cry of the night, go and break the grief, its fines, all play with me, sing and sing
in every alley,
dont cry, cry for me, even though I am alone in a cell from my friends glass, with all my sorrow, the air from you, the breath from me , the spring from you, the basket from me, a morsel of love, from you , the beating of my heart. I
was afraid of this departure , of this reading, of this stay, of this useless stay, of the dark nights with the shadows, you broke my fear and showed me in me, you showed me the tired leg of jumping in the prison.
