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| Photo taken from the internet |
To all of us who were there
Among the bicycles and dust,
within the strange salty sweet taste of the sweat on the
arms
the neck,
the inner thigh,
the sweet and sour smell of the armpit and the outer ear.
Where late was the time and space without hours and
without apologies in which we existed
desperate to get to nowhere
and escape at the same time from everything beyond our
gaunt
and at times
momentarily joyous figures.
Do you remember?
