through the window the rain
Avenue wheels of cars sliding on asphalt
brightness across the street dotted with drops
hitting on an awning under
awning is a man
is a clock that is watched five minutes
man and a navy pilot's neck to fit due to cold
through the window, watching the eyes can see the anguish of this man can see her waiting
can see the hope that clouds
the clock through the window of the eye is looking
sees the reflection of a face and face
may be
eyes and eyes can be
rain and rain across the street
dry eyes
see the man the man who now looks at the window
and looking at looking through the window
their eyes they look at
eyes and tell him that he is there and still there
and the clock must be wrong
the rain does not wet the
Princess will arrive at any time
looking man does not understand how the other does not understand
then the clock stops
window of the car wheels do not turn
drops are stalled in a splash without a sound
the glass is tempered in the breath
and reflection are two white screens and project
every moment of his life
its rain
them their tents
their
your expectations in the eyes of reflection now
rain man-looking unveils
but the man who was waiting under the awning is gone
in place are a hundred doubts she will
" come?
does he will have tired of waiting?
really expect someone "that man?
the reasons why did you have time?
mysteriously under the canopy has formed a puddle
and the man who still looks through the window
not know if it is salty
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