old
In a bowl planted violets for you
and being near the river
in empty snail shell in a vacuum
took a star for you.
In a broken bottle kept a firefly for you and a close
dull
would twist the coral snake coral snake was coiled
blooming for you.
Garbage, trash that nobody wants to look
but if the moon comes
but if the moon comes
but if you leave your cans
moon will shine. Alita
cockroach
carried to the mound and at my death I want
and I want my death
and I want my death
take me to the cemetery.
to things that are ugly
Put a little love and you'll
sadness and see the sadness
and see the sadness
changes color. Teresita Fernández
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