To the similarity
Of other nights
To remember strange words
Of an old popular phrase
To the similarity
Of other rites
To reconstitute its noise
Scorpion around the bed
To the similarity
Of other songs
To imagine stars
To feed the signs of the night
To illuminate its sleep
Jailed behind windows
Dreams
To invent the happiness
That we construct continuously
Exactly without knowing
That each one of its walls
Can be seen from the Chinese mountains
And through the forests of China
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