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He took the newspaper of his coat,
And a pack of matches
Then, without noticing my nervousness,
Took the sugar from my table
He melted two pieces in his cup,
And two flowers in my blood
He scattered me,
Then gathered me... He melted me
I drank from his cup,
And traveled through his smoke
But I did not know where to,
And never knew how
He was sitting there,
But his mind was not there... reading the news,
And I was sitting next to him
My thoughts were eating me up,
I could feel the rain hitting me
I hoped that man,
thought about reading me...
In my eyes, the best news he will ever read
After some moments, without seeing me
Or seeing the rush of love inside me,
He took his coat,
and disappeared in the crowd
leaving behind him, the newspaper alone
like me, alone