tardor

Tardor traïdora, què t’he fet jo?

Avui em sento com una fulla seca, que planeja sense rumb

Li es igual on caure

li es igual trencar-se en dos.

Amarada en un bassal,

trepitjada per un gos.

el fang de la vida.

L’amor.

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