The weak rainfall of the rain
on the sheets of the city of the crowd.
The fragile passing of the hours
between the eyelashes of the rosy morning.
The rooster opens the eyes and roars
between its rainbow-coloured pens.
A carriage comes crackling inside
the tumultuous evening's mist.
The grasshopper perforates the air.
The unattainable land shakes off
under a fulminating uproar.
The fragile fuselage of the dawn
has been opened completely
to proclaim its succulent fruits.
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