Put your head on my shoulder

because my shoulder

knows things

that your head won’t dream,

and that your mouth won’t say.

It’s decided

that one of us will be wind

and the other trees moved by him

or without him.

It’s decided

that your birth the year of the outbreak of war

announces my ending

and that my ending will be yours.

It’s decided with agreements of sadness

and pacts of desperation.

Let’s say it goes this way:

There is no time

in a whole life

for two to be together twice.

Let’s say too that this heart is soft and final

that it’s only shoulders.

Because of that, put your head on.

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