With the head
With the mind
Always somewhere else,
as if you were an alien.
Above a spaceship.
Lost in my thoughts,
as if you were
in another city,
another place.
By giving to what I live
Another value
To what is around me.
Always with my steps,
knowing that on these streets
the same, always,
the soles have worn out
of different shoes.
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