I sit at the window to contemplate
Torre.
beer, cigarettes and something salty to go tension, which has already begun
heat
and is in tatters.
knew when I came to this house,
that
tower was not there by accident.
the walls up, until yesterday,
to protect,
collapse, completely.
depends on me, make it a party,
or tragedy.
also depends on me, then build a tower
equal
or daring to be free, the rest of my life.