The seventh son of the seventh son
on the street corner
with his monkey on his shoulders
He is looking up in the sky
amid the indifference of the people
for lying to himself
for a lie too much for nothing.
He told an insect that had settled
on his big hand as his heart
- Get -
- Try -
- Fly -
Despite the deafening noise
greasy destroyed windows
the seventh son of the seventh son
always gave to passers
pearl smiles
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