The jungle of houses
Opens
In a semicircle;
Some next to others,
Some behind others,
Some on top of others,
Some in front of others,
All of them far from each other.
With the same toy shop windows,
The same russet coloured roof terraces,
The same dun-coloured domes,
The same faded facades,
The same dismal window grilles,
The same red mailboxes,
The same yellow lights.
Beneath the roofs,
Another jungle,
A human jungle,
Must be moving,
But not in a straight line.
Alfonsina Storni
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