Don't Be Scared

 

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Cruzábamos los dedos para que el calor se marchase lejos. Fuerza motorizada para adelantar (aunque fuese por la derecha). Era como esperar que las semillas saliesen disparadas de las ramas al caer desde lo alto de los árboles. Cosas del campo...


Javier Mateos

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Whenever Paul thinks of rain
swallows fall in a wave
and tap on his window with their beaks.
Whenever Paul thinks of snow
soft winds blow round his head
and his phone rings just once late at night
like a bird calling out,
"Wake up, Paul. Don't be scared.
Don't believe you're all alone."
"Wake up, Paul,"
whisper clouds rolling by
and the seeds falling softly
from the branches of the trees.

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