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Extremadura





                            I travel by night
                            So there will be no shadows to follow me

                            Escaping like a felon
                            From train stations decorated by smirking thieves
                            And airports
                            Where the walls are carpeted-- but the floors are bare

                            I walk silently
                            like a snowfall

                            My back pack exploding with dirty clothes and clean memories
                            I travel by night-- like a forgotten dream

                            Fast yet cautious
            
                            Knocking lightly upon friendly doors
                            Painting its inhabitants with colorful ambivalence
                            And murderous judgements
                            Until we tire of each other
                            And I may once again
                            Like a shaman
                            Spread my arms and fly into the sunrise