The car of the subway is crowded,
is full of moods, smells
heavy, wind regrettable.
The faces are all greyed
even those of blacks with their absurd
weights. The jacket of my next
has never known the laundry.
The coach is full of dumb thoughts
anxiety impatience colorless
pressing on the upper side of the car and steam up the windows
windows /
until the train stops and all those refugees
days of senseless
spill on the escalator
course also gray.
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