in front of the institute. Mc Cadden street. there is a tree with parrots in it. I've heard them but never really seen them. I am short sighted.
All this time, all this time, throughout the winter and the spring this tree hasn't lost any leaves but now all the pink flowers lie on the street, next to the dry leaves.
Now i can see but the parrots are gone.
And, somehow, it looks tragically beautiful and the tree is bare.
It feels like that.
It is, as if even the tree mourns with me
now that i can see
but my mind is clouded in these clear blued summer days
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