• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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The white tremor

Today we can tremble
we can whisper
all the pain of waiting
and narrate how we drank the ocean
                      to find us

Before living in this white room
Were we just a number on this sleep-walking land?

Now we are a city that vibrates with laughter
                      with the heart in the hands
and our breaths very close.

We can not believe
that today we can tremble
of the other