The chart tells it and sells it

A single figure is drawn

from months of conjectures and rubber gloves

To Tell the reality, as we see it.

In thin line and filled dots,

The chart shows a relationship

And we feel like a big family.

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Short fingers

I have only short fingers
To tell my story
And type passionately this night.
In this short distance,
All life condenses in drops of memories
And vapour of lost kisses.
Short words will be ideal
To write those heavy memories,
The persons that can only be remembered,
And the baby steps I climbed
And now behind my back.