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Colors of Another Day.
As the afternoon skies clear,
I sit on my balcony, and observe
How people walk, and how people change.
How people move as I stay.
How people laugh as I yawn.
As the skies glow with red,
I sit on my balcony, and see
A world in which I take no place.
For without me it changes,
As I, with indifference, turn my face.
As the skies bathe in darkness,
I lay on my bed, and remember:
"Maman was buired,
and I was goiong back to work,
and, really, nothing has changed"
- Alejandro Bonfil
