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A situation

 I sneaked out of bed so gently

But she sensed my move to yell at me

She: where are you going?

I: to write something that has be written

She: what are you going to write dumb?

come back to bed,

don't make me jumb.

Then, I remembered

When I was a little child sucking his thumb

so I came back to bed

Holding in one hand a pen and in the other a piece of paper

Hoping tomorrow will be in my favor

Where I can find the space and time

To write

Or at least

cry

And with my tears

wet that paper.

Then soon came a tomorrow

A new morning

With a warning

That I got up too late

So

I ran to work

Forgetting all

About

That pen

Those intentions

And that piece of paper

but I remember

when I was combing my hair

before I make the ran

I broke my comb :)