In the rain

I guess we’re all in the rain.

Some stand under the umbrella,

bumping into each other

as the city pulses strange.

I guesse we’re searching for explain

why some drowns in their own heart

and others have the sun in their hands.

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The day restarts

and once again

still we cross the city

to find ourselves

the ones hidden in the streets

painted in blue stains.

Fortunately, sooner, in a moment

tears will stop falling

and so will the rain.