like a child,
Pidiendo tu perdón
and playing grown-up
Shift my weight as the blame in your eyes
wanes
and I struggle pushing against the freight train of words
que no salgan de la boca,
que se quedan en la lengua --
Induce a hernia from frustration and esfuerzo
like the one you developed
when you ran from Palermo to Puerto Madero
trying to find us.
You always give all that you have.
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