Young and free

I look for him everywhere

along the gravel road passing Paula’s kiosko

on my way to Unquillo

My eyes try to see if it’s his face I find

on the people walking and riding along the dirt road

I wonder where he went

If he’s around

If I’ll be able to find

what I seem to have lost in myself


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