trip
i
ride my bicycle through the graveyard
the
sun up, i glide
between
the shading of the fences
like
an infinite sign, my wheels go
and
go
and
in my eyes the lights turn:
on
and off
over
and over.
the
shades in the day
they
move, they push me,
red
fake flowers smile
as
i pass,
and
then i arrive.
i
ride my bicycle back through the graveyard
the
sun is down, i drag
between
the shadows among the fences
like
an infinite loop, my wheels
fight
to go
and
go
and
in my eyes the lights turn:
off
and off
over
and over.
the
shades in the night
they
don´t move , they don´t push me
the
red flowers, they don´t smile
as
i have passed
too
many times,
and
then i arrive.
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