O aire do tempo

Á veces penso,
cando marchas,
o tempo que vai pasar e pasa.
Tres meses despois voltas a aparecer.
E por máis que pasaran as nosas vidas,
nós non pasamos.
Esquecimos o que era o tempo,
mais non a amizade.

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