Walking to my house ..
.
In the group ..
A train stopped for 15 minutes I
and discovered the despair of many,
went down ..
Someone shouted out! before crossing a street, a woman approached
trying to sell me a smile I bought .
saw a baby in her arms,
saw a working mom,
saw a couple of kids playing in the park, I saw a plane
of away.
heard the sound of the train,
listened to the radio, I heard a child
mourn,
heard a church choir singing.
felt tired when walking, I was afraid
and peace,
Because suddenly we do not see, hear and feel ..?
Maybe so, we could understand each other better.
Jorge Gauna
Writing with the legitimate freedom of existence ...
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