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Cubro con abrigos mi hombro, nunca tuve tantos disponibles. Nunca tuve tanto frío, tanta soledad. Tanta necesidad de calidez, de una ola. Tomo un café para olvidar las penas, a veces siento que necesito varios. No escucho ruido, las calles están solas. Todos se han ido. Recorro en mi mente los lugares donde sonreí, donde fui feliz. Todos se levantan muy temprano por unas monedas. Luego las cambian por comida, por un techo. Los domingos se sientan en la plaza y comen un helado y el lunes de nuevo tras las monedas. Luego llega el otoño y con el las tristezas, el cuerpo cansando, y ya con pocas ganas ni siquiera de un helado, se sientan a esperarla a ella. I cover my shoulder with coats, I never had them available. I've never been so cold, so lonely. So much need for warmth, for a wave. I have a coffee to forget the sorrows, sometimes I feel like I need several. I hear no noise, the streets are alone. They're all gone. I walk in my mind the places where I smiled, where I was happy. Everyone gets up very early for a few coins. Then they trade them for food, for a roof. On Sundays they sit in the square and eat an ice cream and on Monday again after the coins. Then comes autumn and with the sadness, the body tired, and already with little desire not even for an ice cream, they sit down to wait for her.

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