Morning Little room
Awakening warmly blood mouth and immediately think of vampires.
Go to the bathroom, wash face in the mirror and see that your eyes, nose and mouth are in place. Facing out onto the balcony and experience the solitude of a cigarette.
The morning starts earlier, in that place of sleep that you can not find now.
You open and close our eyes while the city wakes up and gets cramps.
Technology makes a zumbidito on night table tells you that your eyes are full of light. Vaguely you smile because you do not have words how to display all night drowns on each side of your face.
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