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Tonight
Silent statues,
Whispering as the wind rustles by,
And dark rivers
Where tiny marbles drown.
For water is I,
And I am its change.
Time is my current,
As I blindly run.
But, where does one walk?
How does one see?
As the black water runs,
Its eyes cry in red.
The statues fall softly,
And tonight's dim light fades.
Clouds and clouds,
Float asleep; leaves of air.
Air is time
Always in travel.
Where is the moon?
Where is the water?
Where is your hand?
Where is my face?
Time has swept it away.
- Alejandro Bonfil
